Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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This is a very old website created in 1996, so, yes, javascript is needed for the site to work as it should. If things don't function, you may need to update javascript drivers on your device |
This site tries to be mobile friendly but it's been online since 1996, so old pages may not load right on mobile devices, and as this site has had pages added near daily for 30 years there are now over 20k pages here. |
Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
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Update Sept 3, 2026:
I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.
I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy.
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update sept 7, 2026
"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?
I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.
So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.
see video below for more information:
@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
update Sept 15, 2026:
I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed
you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?
all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,
well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.
waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.
update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine
Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.
I keep a recorder running all day long. Records everything I say to anyone, everything they say to me, and picks up conversations of whoever is around (such as when shopping, etc.)
I take those and have a speech to text program type it up for me.
Then I read it and pay attention to how conversations flow.
I started doing this back in the 1990s.
You know what I noticed?*
For example, you know a person is from the Northdam Mill District of Biddeford, when joyfully greet you thusly:
"Hey! Yo bro! Fuck you ya damned bleeding bastard! How ya fucking, ya bastard out of damned fucking hell, ain't see ya fucking cock sucking hyde in like fucking forever, man. Damn. I'm mean bloody, just damn fucking forever! Where the fuck have ya been all these years, ya mother fucking cunt sucker? We gotta get together and fuck so ass again. Hey, it's been great seeing yar fucking shit around these parts. Stop by again. Don't be such a cock sucker."
Translation:
"Hey! Yo bro! Good to see you! How ya doing, ain't seen you all week. Where were you last week?We gotta get together and hang out at Homer's Bar. Hey, it's been great seeing you. Stop by again. Don't stay away so long."
I don't think any one in Biddeford knows that the word fuck is the French word that means "to have sex". In Biddeford "get fucked" means "get drunk" while "fucking forever" means "last week" and "mother fucking cunt sucker" means "old buddy/pal of mine" aka "my best friend" and "your fucking shit" means "you" or "your body" and it's a compliment to be told "you looking like fucking shit today!" which means "damn you look good today!" "Don't be a cock sucker" means "come back soon".
In case you were wondering, Unicorn is from Northdam District of Biddeford, Maine, and he talks just like that. Unicorn's mouth is the reason the series is rated M18.
Interestingly, you can see the children of this district of Biddeford, talking exactly the same way. Toddlers 5 and 6 years old, greet each other on the school yards with: "Hey buddy! Fuck you man!" which means "Hello"
Biddeford is a fascinating city, if you ever want to study strange insectuous lifestyles of Maine's most infamous mill town. The city which is proud of it's Guinness World Record Plaque which says it has the most incest relationships of any town in the world, at a rate of 73% of its 26,000 residents, with the majority of couples being siblings to each other.
This by the way is typical speech pattern of a ESL person whose original language was either Gaelic or Scots English (My native language, thus why I know it and am able to write a ESL character who speaks it.)
However, if you're not familiar with the grammar of both languages, you are likely to write their incorrect grammar, into gibberish. A person who speaks French as their first language, speaks a vastly different broken English, from the person who spoke Gaelic as their first language, and both are vastly different from a person who speaks Russian or Chinese or some other language.
"Hey!"
"Yo!"
"What up?"
"Hanging!"
"What'd ya get?"
"I saw this un just had to have it..."
"Niiiiiiiiiiiiiice!"
"I know right?"
"Where'd you get it?"
"WalMart."
"You found something like that.."
"I know, right?"
"How much..."
"Fifteen doll.."
"Only fif..."
"I know right?"
"Dang girl?"
"I know right?"
"Dat awesome!"
"Isn't though?"
"Dang!"
"I know right?"
"Just dang!"
"I know right?"
"DANG! Guuuuurl!"
*(Note that this list represents the general things I noticed that stood out consistently, in people whom I've personally had conversations with and whom's conversations are recorded and studied for the purpose of writing conversations realistically in novels. The region of the people whose conversations were studied on a daily basis over a 20+ year period, are limited to the Saco Bay & Greater Portland regions of York County and Cumberland County in Southern, Maine. This list therefore represents the strong tendencies displayed consistently in the conversations of approximately 26,000 people whom I've personally interacted with over the past 20+ years, and may not reflect the habits of populations outside of this one region. And in case you are wondering, Maine law states that recording audio and or video may be done without knowledge of the people being recorded, but the recording footage can only be published with their permission, unless it is being presented to police or courts in which case no permission is needed. Please note that if you do this method of studying dialogue that laws are different in each state and some states you are not allowed to record conversations unless the person gives you written permission to do so. Please check your state laws to see what is required before you record other people's conversations.)

Real people do not talk like the way characters in books, TV shows, or movies talk. No one even gives any one a chance to say a full sentence. Wow, could you imagine if a person actually sat down and waited the 30 seconds it takes for the other person to get to the end of their sentence? And yet, in books, movies, and TV a character can speak not only in full sentences, but other characters actual give them time to speak in full paragraphs!
I think, the best writing, is when an author blends the two. Lets a character get a full sentence out here and there, but also realistically moves the conversation along quickly with lots of broken fragments of (realistic) bad grammar. This allows the reader to zip through the dialogue quickly, without getting bored by long winded monologue, at the same time it isn't just meaningless banter that could be removed and not remove any story.
If you are having trouble keeping your readers, reading dialogue, most likely the issue is big words that are not common to everyday speech, monologues, and info dumps.
As a general rule, unless you are dealing with a character who speachifies (which is unusual and not likely to be encountered often), no one is ever going to say more then 2 sentences before the next person starts talking.
This is a case where I use "The Rule of 7"
The Rule of 7 states that, in real world conversations, the average person rarely uses more then 7 words per sentence and rarely uses words longer then 7 letters long. There was some sort of research study done, back in the 1980s or 1990s, which had determined this.
I don't remember who did the study or why, I just remember that when I read the report of the study, it inspired me to go and look at the conversations I was studying, to teach myself how to write dialogue and, they were right.
Why any of this is, I don't know. What I do know is that, for us as authors, the Rule of 7, helps us to write dialogue in a way that keeps our readers, reading.
Doing this will help keep your readers interested and moving forward because it keeps your characters' conversations flowing smoothly and fluidly.
Interesting, slightly on topic side note:
There have been several studies done by various universities, medical schools and psychiatric teams, whom have each come to a very interesting conclusion:
You can usually tell a person's IQ by how much and how often they talk.
Out of the 8 billion people on the planet, only 2 million of them have an IQ of more then 130. Of those 2 million "smart" people, only 20,000 of them live in America.
Ironically 1 in 3 Americans (120 million people) have self diagnosed themselves as Aspies, stating the reason they self diagnosed themself as being because they had a "high IQ". A "high IQ" is an IQ of 135 of higher.
Only 20,000 Americans have an IQ over 130, yet there are 120 million Americans who claim to have an IQ of 135 or more. Meaning at least 119 million self-diagnosed Aspies, are lying through their teeth about both their IQ level and their diagnosis of having Autism.
Interestingly, while there are 120 million Americans claiming to be Autistic, since the 1800s there have only ever be 40,000 people WORLD WIDE diagnosed with Autism, which in spite of urban myths, still to this day, remains on of the rarest diseases out there.
Interestingly,
Know what Autism is, before you self diagnose yourself with it. There are a lot of wild myths, rumours, and conspiracies around Autism, being spread on social media by people with no medical training.
If you are an author seeking to write an Autistic character, there are some interesting legal facts you should be aware of that are not often mentioned in so-called "Autism Awareness" literature.
And yet, there are 120 million Americans proudly proclaiming to be self-diagnosed as Autistic...with the majority of them having no clue what ACTUAL Autism even is, and them being shocked and horrified when they are presented with ACTUAL facts about Autism, from ACTUAL Psychiatric handbooks, used by ACTUAL Psychiatrists when diagnosis, this horrifying mentally crippling psychosis.
A person who had a REAL diagnosis of ACTUAL Autism, is a person who has been so horribly traumatized by sexual assault during their early childhood years, that they are no longer able to function in society and are forced to live with phobias so nightmarish, that they make PTSD look like a dance through the tulips.
I know this is off topic to dialogue, but when you think about it, no, it isn't.
I bring it up, because of the recent trend of writing Autistic characters, by authors with no clue what Autism actualy is, how it is diagnoses, or what causes it.
They end up trying to write "Autistic dialogue" usually portraying an Autistic person as someone who is mentally retarded and incapable of intelligent speech, when in fact, someone with Autism can speak, but they are terrified to do so. One of the primary symptoms of Autism is Social Anxiety which manifests itself via Selective Mutism, Punding, and Obsessive Compulsive Behaviour.
In situations where they are calm and relaxed they can talk o people they know and trust, with no difficulty, and often more coherently then a normal person. However, around strangers, in large crowds, in stressful situations, the synapsis in their brain which control speech, stop firing properly, and they become physically mute, incapable of speaking any words at all no matter how hard they try. If forced to remain in this situation for too long, they go into convulsive seizures, caused by not enough oxygen reaching their brain.
Portraying the dialogue of an Autistic person should not be done by any author who has not known someone who is ACTUALLY Autistic. While 1 in 3 people CLAIMS t be Autistic, only 40,000 people have ever been ACTUALLY diagnosed as Autistic in the last 200 years. ACTUAL Autism is extraordinarily rare and your chances of ever encountering an ACTUALLY Autistic person is 1 in 17 million.
Please keep in mind that Aspergers is NOT a type of Autism, and should NEVER be used interchangeably with the word Autism
Aspergers is one of the 60+ diseases, disorders, and illnesses known as an Autism Spectrum Disorder.
The term Autism Spectrum Disorder means an illness, allergy, disease, disorder, or psychosis that on first appearances LOOKS like Autism and may share many of the symptoms of Autism, could feasibly be misdiagnosed as Autism, but lacks the extreme levels of early childhood sexual assault which triggers the misfiring of the synapses, which cause Autism to occur.
Autism is essentially brain damage, caused by extreme levels of terror, that stopped proper oxygen flow to the brain, causing the death of brain cells, causing the synapsis to not hit each other when they fired, resulting in brain signals being made, but the message not being received by the nerves, resulting in the child knows what they need to do (talk, eat, walk, etc), but they can not get their brain to power their body into doing it.
An illness that is "On The Autism Spectrum" means the illness has 3 or more of the same symptoms as Autism.
In order to get a diagnosis of Autism, the doctors are required by federal laws to first rule out all of the 60+ illnesses on the following list:
And, like I said, all of this seems off topic, but, I have Autism.
I know what it is like to live with Autism.
I know what it is like to go through the grueling process of being interviewed 100+ questions about your early childhood sex life, by 3 different psychiatrists.
I know what it is like to survive horrific levels of child abuse extreme enough that doctors did what is almost the unthinkable and diagnosed me with Autism, a diagnosis that is not handed out lightly.
I know what it is like to next have to deal with a long line of police, FBI agents, lawyers, and courts, because Autism is THAT severe of a diagnosis, that on what few times it is gven, the doctors immediately alert not only the local police and the state police, but also the federal police aka the FBI.
I also know what it is like to "talk like an Autistic person" and live with selective mutism, to be raised with only bantams and feral cats for companionship and to be at the age of 31 years old, not able to speak any Human language but be able to speak bantam and cat fluently.
I was 37 years old before I learned to speak American English.
I wasn't able to talk, largly because no one saw fit to talk to me.
I was 31 years old the first time I was introduced to the concept that I was a Human. I was raised being told that I was a Demon and was not allowed to eat with the Humans, not allowed to sleep with the Humans.
The pictures of the room I was kept locked in the first 31 years of my life, sent shock waves through the social workers assigned to my case. You can see them on this page here.
I know ACTUAL Autism well, because I'm one of those rare few 40,000 people to ever receive that diagnosis. It sickens and disgusts me when I see self-diagnosed Aspies running around boasting the joys of Autism. If they knew what ACTUAL Autism was, they wouldn't be so proud to have it.
But I add this section to this page, because I'm deeply disturbed by the recent trend of supposedly "Autistic" characters in fiction... characters who grew up with loving parents, in happy homes, and clearly never suffered from any of the things which cause Autism.
Most Autistic characters in fiction are very clearly either characters who have Downs Syndrome or Asperger, which are both on the Autism Spectrum, because both share similar symptoms to Autism, but are on the Spectrum because neither is Autism, and people with Aspergers or Downs Syndrome re NOT actually Autistic.
I add this section to this page, in the hopes that authors who read this, will be more careful in the future, to get their facts straight, and to NOT believe everything they read on Wikipedia.
The Kanner's Syndrome page of Wikipedia, once upon a time was written by a psychiatrist train in dealing with Autism, but, that page was, about 5 years ago, re-written by teenagers with self-diagnosed Aspergers, and now only gives information about Aspergers and contains no information about Autism at all.
Sadly, finding any ACTUAL medical information about ACTUAL Autism (Kanner's Syndrome) on the internet is next to impossible. Largely due to the fact that while there are 40,000 Autistics total ever of all time, there are 120 million Aspies just in 2017 alone. Aspies are quick to spread misinformation about Autism far and wide on every social media, and yet most of them have never even heard the name Kanner's Syndrome before, and most, also can't tell you the symptoms or causes of Autism, when asked.
It is my hope that at some point this thronging fad of Aspies running around falsely proclaiming to be Autistic will eventually get their heads out of their asses and actually do some REAL offline research using REAL medical books, and find out what Autism is and then stop misrepresenting us Autistics (and giving us a bad name... Aspies and their obnoxious habits, has resulted in the recent rend of "Autism" and "Autistic" being used as a hate slur for anyone who acts obnoxious.)
Until then, all I can do is hope that authors have enough sense to do their research and learn the truth about Autism vs Aspergers from actual medical handbooks used by psychiatrists, instead of running to proud Aspie mommy vlogs with there mercury and vaccine conspiracy theories.
Please, if you are reading this:
DON'T write an Autistic character unless they have ACTUAL Autism.
If the character has Aspergers, call it that. Don't fall into the urban myth trap of writing an Aspie character then saying they have Autism.
Autism is NOT Aspergers.
Aspergers is NOT Autism.
The dialogue of the two are vastly different.
Aspergers are talkative, but shy. There is not brain damage causing their speech issues which go away as they reach adulthood. As they become less shy, they recover their ability to speak.
Autistics suffer from damaged synapses in their brains and have physical inability to speak properly. You can not regrow dead brain cells. They will never recover their ability to speak "normally".
Someone with Aspergers speaks in a dull, droning, monologue ing, monotone, that is described as "robotic". It is very distinctive. They pause between each syllable, take a deep breath, and then say the next syllable. They often struggle with the pronunciation of the syllables and may get stuck on one repeating it.
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To write Asperger speech the way it actually is spoken, would be a horrifying thing for a reader to try to read.
Note, that ALL people with ACTUAL Aspergers, talk like this, and if you encounter a "self-diagnosed Aspie" who does NOT talk in that very distinctive one syllable at a time droning robot speak, sporadically interrupted by shouting out dicks and penises, then they DO NOT have Aspergers, no matter how much they swear up and down they do.
Please remember that while 1 in 3 Americans identify as a "self diagnosed Aspie" that more then 80% of them, when they stop being conspiracy theorists long enough to go to a doctor, receive an ACTUAL diagnosis of Narcissistic Personality Disorder and NOT Aspergers.
An alarming 80% of so-called Aspies DO NOT speak in the distinctive robotic speech and this is because they DO NOT have Aspergers at all. This robotic speech pattern is in fact the PRIMARY symptom that doctors look for when making a diagnosis of Aspergers. If the person lacks this extremely distinctive way of speaking the doctor will cross Asperger's off the list and look at one of the 60+ other Autism Spectrum Disorders.
For an author wanting to write an Aspie character, and do so accurately, you would be dealing with writing one of the absolute worst possible dialogue speech patterns an author could attend to write, as Aspies do not speak in sentences. They do not even speak in words. They speak in syllables, with long pauses between each one.
To try to accurately portray the dialogue of someone with ACTUAL real, Aspergers, would be a daunting task for any author and an exercise in patients for any reader.
Interestingly, this unusual speech pattern goes away with age. By their late 20s to early 30s, they have learned to speak in what is known as "parroting" or "mimic talk" and will begin to speak in a near identical speech pattern of their favorite actor, right down to mimic accents.
If you want to write a character with Asperger's, and have them have a lot of dialogue, your best option is to have it be an older Aspie, one whom has moved past the robotic stage and has become doing the mimic stage as, they are able to fake more or less normal sounding dialogue by that point.
Like Aspies, Autistics also have a very distinctive speak pattern that stands out.
Autistics have a very childish, often high pitched, squeaky mouse-like voice. Some people when they hear it describe it as "Elf-like" or "fairy-like". Bigots who hate gay men, often refer to the Autistic voice as "the gay man's voice".
Because Autistics are nearly always asexual, rarely ever marry, usually wear pink, glitter, and capes, and walk with a distinctive "Autistic hop-skip dance step", many male Autistics, are inaccurately labeled as being "flamboyant gays" by people who don't know what either Autism or gay mean.
Gay men who have the "gay voice" are in fact Autistic, which is also why very few gay men actually have the "gay voice". It is also why gay men who have the "gay voice" are also extremely flamboyant.
However, more often then not, a flamboyant man with the "gay voice" is not gay at all, and only gets labeled as gay by bigoted gay-haters.
Autistic men ALWAYS have the "gay voice", which is in fact the "Autistic voice" and is caused by the previously mentioned dead brain cells which cause inaccurate firing of the synapses of the brain, which in turn causes the vocal cords to function differently then in normal, non-Autistic people, resulting in the air flow through the vocal cords flowing at a different rate, therefore resulting in a child-like, somewhat squeaky-mouse, high pitched voice.
Like the stiff, robotic Aspie speak, the sing-songy, bubbling, child-like Autistic speak, is unmistakable, and once you hear it, you will never forget it.
Since you've likely never heard it, let's now watch a video interview with an Autistic man in his late 40's. Listen and notice how he talks as though he were 3 years old. THIS is the Autistic voice...
You will notice, that like all other Autistics, he uses very short, simple words, speaks with a 1st grade vocabulary, barely communicates above a Kindergarten grade level of grammar, uses short sentences. Repeats words and phrases frequently. And has a child-lke bubblely giggle, that constantly interrupts ever sentence.
These are all symptoms of Autism.
For you as an author, it becomes a challenge to write an Autistic character's dialogue accurately, because you have to force yourself to NOT use common everyday words and grammar, instead use Kindergarten words and grammar.
Also, do keep in mind that in order to be diagnoses as Autistic, you must have a LOW IQ of under 90.
One of the biggest urban myths (out right bold faced lies) self-diagnosed Aspies spread on social media about Autism, is the rumour that Autistics have a high IQ.
When diagnosing a person with Autism, they are required to take a series of IQ test. If they get anything higher then a 90 they are deemed too high IQ to be Autistic.
MOST Autistics have an IQ of around 75, which is deemed "clinically retarded".
The rumour of a high IQ stems from those who are Autistic Savants. Meaning, they are retarded/low IQ in nearly everything, but have one single, solitary interest, skill, or hobby, that they excell in.
Liberace for example was Autistic Savant and could play piano by ear from the age of 3 years old. While he played piano on stage, around the world for millions... he could not read music notes, was nearly illiterate, struggled to read and write, could not do math or numbers, could only go shopping with the help of his very protective older brother George, never had a driver's license, required adult supervision and caretakers his entire life, was cared for by his brother George most of his life, and fell desperately ill after the death of his brother at which point he had made an attempt to live on his own without caretakers, and quickly succumbed to near starvation after going several weeks forgetting to feed himself.
Liberace was described by his closest friends and family as "an eternal child" who often said they envied his childlike inability to comprehend that bad things existed in the world. His ability to mentally comprehend subjects like wars was lacking. Because of his Autism, he retained into adulthood, the child-like innocence of trusting everyone, seeing the good in everything, and seeing the world as nothing more then a happy place to run around in sparkling capes while chasing butterflies.
If you want to write an Autistic character.... keep in mind the fact that, they are described by psychiatrists as:
These are all very important aspects to consider, when writing the dialogue of an autistic character.
When writing the dialogue of an ACTUALLY Autistic character, writing their actions as they talk, is an important part of conveying how they communicate. It is very necessary to include mentions of the fact that they are twirling around on tip-toe, and staring off into space giggling about the thought of purple unicorns pooping rainbows.
Alternately when they are frightened, they sit on the floor and scream, while hitting themself in the head, and trying to punch the terror out of their brain.
Remember, an Autistic adults body language and actions, speak louder then their limited words, and it is a very important part of writing an Autistic character's dialogue accurately....
Quaraun is an adult (Elf), the equivalent of a 45 year old man...
"Are you okay?" The man asked as he helped Quaraun back up.
"I'm fine," Quaraun said quietly.
"Are you sure?"
"Yep." He averted his eyes.
"You look hurt."
"No."
"You're bleeding."
"No," Quaraun raised his voice.
"Yes. You are."
"No," Quaraun said louder then before.
"You need help."
"No." Quaraun stamped his foot on the ground as he spoke.
"It's alright." The man tried to take hold of the Elf's arm.
"Don't touch me."
Quaraun backed away, looking around nervously and wondering where Unicorn was.
"No, it's alright. You seem confused."
"Don't touch me."
Quaraun closed his eyes and clenched his fists.
"It's okay. I just wanta help.."
"No! No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. Nooooooooooo..."
Quaraun suddenly dropped to his knees while screaming and hitting himself in the head. The stranger backed away, uncertain of how to respond to this outburst.
~From "The Journey Begins" (Volume 4 of The Quaraun Series)
In conversations, Autistics use a lot of repeated phrases, especially "I don't know."
Talking to an Autistic adult is no different then taking to a 4 year old child. Their phraseology, logic, and reasoning ability are all on the same level of a toddler.
A typical conversation with an Autistic adult goes like this:
YOU: "What do you think of people with high IQs?"
THE AUTISTIC ADULT IN HIS 40s: "Mountains are high."
YOU: "Yes they are, but what do you think of people with high IQs?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I don't know."
YOU: "Do you know what a high IQ is?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I don't know."
YOU: "Do you know what a high IQ is?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I don't know."
YOU: "Have you ever heard of an IQ before?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I have a red crayon."
YOU: "I can see that, but we're not talking about crayons right now, we are talking about IQs."
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
YOU: "Do you have a high IQ?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I have a red crayon."
YOU: "That's nice, but we are talking about IQs."
THE AUTISTIC ADULT IN HIS 40s: "I like crayons."
YOU: "Can you put down the crayon?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*puts down crayon and stares mournfully at it*
YOU: "Do you think you have a high IQs?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*can no longer hear you and continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "Is there an IQ in the room with us right now?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*is still not hearing you and continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "We need to know what you think an IQ is."
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*begins rocking back and forth and continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "Do you have any idea what an IQ is?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*starts rocking faster and continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "You like that crayon don't you?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Yep."
*stops rocking and continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "You want to pick it up again?"
THE AUTISTIC ADULT IN HIS 40s: "Yep."
*continues to stare mournfully at crayon*
YOU: "You can hold the crayon if you want to."
THE AUTISTIC: "Okay."
*picks up crayon; stars laughing and smiling happily*
YOU: "What do you think you do with a high IQ?"
THE AUTISTIC: "You eat it."
YOU: "Eat it?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Yep."
YOU: "How would you eat it?"
THE AUTISTIC: "You don't eat crayons."
YOU: "How would you eat an IQ?"
THE AUTISTIC: "I eat mine with macaroni and cheese."
YOU: "You like mac and cheese?"
THE AUTISTIC: "On Thursdays."
YOU: "Thursdays?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Yep. Macaroni and cheese on Thursday."
YOU: "You eat mac and cheese on Thursday?"
THE AUTISTIC: "Today's not Thursday."
YOU: "Do you know what day it is?"
THE AUTISTIC ADULT IN HIS 40s: "Today is Saturday. We eat pizza on Saturday. But not until after Scooby Doo. Gotta watch Scooby Doo first. Can't miss Scooby Doo."
Please remember that ^^^THIS^^^ is how someone with real, ACTUAL Autism talks and writing their dialogue as though they were functioning on any sort of adult level, is automatically you portraying them inaccurately.
The movie Rainman, is actually the single most accurate fictional portrayal of an ACTUALLY Autistic adult, ever portrayed in a movie. The actor in preparing for the part, went to group homes and mental health institutes to interview, study, and get to know the speech patterns and habits of ACTUAL Autistic adults, resulting in his alarmingly accurate portrayal of being an adult with Autism, even though he himself did not have it.
If you don't have access to meeting a ACTUALLY Autistic person in person, your best alternative is to watch Rain Man...
Everywhere I turn there's a new book misusing yet another mental illness. I hate how characters act normal until all a sudden a plot changes requires them to "act crazy" so suddenly they are acting crazy, then the plot device over and they act normal again.
Mental illness ain't like that, you can't turn it on and off whenever the plot needs it.
Writers rarely get it right. And I would like to see that changed.
Dialogue is a good place to start.
Someone with Autism does NOT talk like a normal person. Their dialogue is different. Noticeably so. But it's also easy to get it very wrong and it may just be better is authors DID NOT have Autistic characters in their books at all, because portraying a disorder inaccurately, can have very damaging effects on people with that disorder later on.
Additionally someone with Autism, rarely is able to do math, can not buy things or use money or credit cards because they have no functioning ability to understand how money works. Dialogue can be a good way to show this in action, especially when the dialogue is broken up with actions...
"That'll be 3 pounds, 2 shillings," the man said.
Quaraun handed him a gold coin.
The man stared at the coin not sure if this was a joke.
"I said 3 pounds, 2 shillings," the man said.
Quaraun handed him another gold coin.
"No, I said 3 pounds, 2 shillings," the man said.
Quaraun handed the man a third gold coin. The merchant didn't know what to do. He was now holding in his hand more money then he had ever made in his entire life. He felt certain he was the butt end of some joke. He looked around wondering if one of his buddies was hiding around a nearby corner laughing.
Unicorn, seeing that Quaraun had not yet caught up to him and seeing that both Quaraun and the merchant were looking very confused, decided he'd better find out what was going on.
"W'atcha doing?" Unicorn asked Quaraun.
"I feel I have giving him the wrong amount," Quaraun said to the Faerie.
"W'at him should has pays ya?" Unicorn asked the merchant.
"Three pounds, 2 shillings," the man said.
"W'at him dids give ya?"
The merchant held out the three gold coins. Unicorn burst out laughing.
"Well, at leasting him got de t'ree right, eh?" Unicorn said. "It better den him usually do."
"I gave him the wrong amount," Quaraun said.
"Oh aye. Yi most certainly did."
"How much more does he need?" Quaraun started taking out more gold coins.
"No, no, no, no, no," Unicorn said as he took the bag of gold coins from the Elf. "It do be fine. Ya gave him too much already, eh? Here. Let me does de money. Ya chase de butterflies or somet'ing, okay?"
"Okay."
"I wan't trying to cheat him," the merchant said, handing the coins to Unicorn.
"No," Unicorn said, handing the coins back. "It fine. Keep 'em. Consider it ya lucky day. We has plenty more. Him has more gold then brains."
"A jelly fish ate my brain," Quaraun said.
"Jelly fish....?" The merchant looked at Unicorn questioningly. "Is he crazy or something?"
"Aye. Just t'ink. Yi gets to tells people ya meet Quaraun the Insane un lived to tell the tale, eh?"
"Quaraun the... the Pink Necromancer?" The man looked stunned. "He's the Pink Necromancer. Him? But... he's... he's..."
"I like pink," Quaraun said, spinning around on his tip toe and holding out his sparkling skirts.
"He's insane," the merchant said in a low voice.
"Aye," Unicorn said cheerfully. "That would be why dey do call him Quaraun the Insane."
~From "The Journey Begins" (Volume 4 of The Quaraun Series)
If you want to write an ACTUALLY Autistic character, study the life of an ACTUALLY Autistic person. How they dress, how they act, how they talk, how they think.
Liberace is the perfect example of a very typical Autistic adult.

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Liberace at 68 years old, during his final performance, a few weeks before his death... wearing his infamous "pink peacock" cape.
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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....
... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. |
The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.
Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.
Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.
Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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