Update: November 7, 2022
This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
Cost of Living for Self-Published Kindle Authors
(The original email this was answering has been misplaced. If I locate it, I'll add it here.)
Not sure I'd know how to figure an answer out for this, but I can tell you of a test I tried first of the month. I put out a new title, than sent the link for it to the 2,400 of my more devoted fans (I've 7,000 who buy stuff off and on, but of those only 2,400 buy more or less regular, and these are also the ones who interact with me on social networks and show up at car shows and book signings to hang out with me during events - I've meet most of these 2,400 people, some of them more than once; however as I rarely tell anyone I've released a new title it can take a few months before sales trickle in). Anyways, usually I just publish a new title than start working on the next one. I don't announce the new release, don't email anyone the link, nothing. Sales are sporadic, rarely start the first week, and can take a few weeks to start. (Short stories so, this is typical.)
However, for this title, I decided to send out a message announcing it (I've never done that before). So I did my usual weekly update of "Here's what happened to me, here's new pics of my cats, here's what my dog's been up to, here are the latest shows my cars will be featured in, here's my latest rant on the current lack health care conditions in Maine, along with the latest LePage veto on Medicare, more doctors gone on strike, 70,000 more Mainers lost health insurance this week, record breaking lines at the free clinic due to the ER turning away so many uninsured folks (I know I was one of them, broke my leg, took 3 weeks of waiting in line at the clinic to get it checked because the ER is basically out of operation) long rave and rant on medical strike and the fact that there are lines of people outside the hospital trying to get in, why are doctors allowed to go on strike, Veterans hospital is now taking non Veteran emergency patients, their doctors are declaring Maine in a medical crisis, blah, blah, blah, ...and Oh, by the way, I just released a new title, here it is...."
At the end of the day I checked my dashboard and saw that title had 27 sales. That's a little over 1% of my "die-hard fans" who bought the book the first day as a direct result of the announcement. That's the same total I can usually expect to see across the entire first month, as 1 or 2 sales a day, not every day, is pretty typical for my short stories.
Not sure that that means anything to help with your question or not. How does 27 sales out of 2,400 fans translate into:
- a. Break even
- b. Make some money
- c. Hit it big
To answer A: Well for the title in question, it was a 2,500 word short that took me about 7 hours to write. I wrote it one day. Edited it the next day using a free editing software program. Created the cover using free images off of mourgefiles with a free photoshop-like program called ChasyDraw. So basically I didn't put any money into it at all. I put maybe 15 hours total into it's creation from start to finish. Okay, because no money was put into it, we'll just assume that the cost of the electricity/office/computer/other overhead is equal to minimum wage, for easy sake of argument.
Right now (2013) minimum wage is $5.13 per how. There is talk it'll increase to $7.30 soon. If I figure on minimum wage at $7.50 an hour x 15 hours, than I'll need to earn $112 per week to break even. However it's selling at .99c (because I automatically price everything under 5k words at .99c regardless of what it is.) So those 27 sales x 35% of .99c = just under $10. So I have to sell 330 copies to break even at minimum wage for this particular title.
However, I don't like minimum wage, so I'm going to say I want to be paid something a little more professional, let's say $15 an hour (twice minimum wage). Well that now means I'd have to sell 660 copies per week to break even.
To answer B: We continue from A, and every title sold past the 661st copy becomes profit. Is it enough to live on? Well, if it sells the typical average of 1 to 2 copies a day at .35c per sale, that's only an income of .70c per day, so no, that isn't enough to live on, not it it's the only title.
To make money is going to require a lot more sales, a lot more titles, and also titles priced at $2.99 or higher.
I figured it out once, and because I live in a motorhome my expenses are a 1/3 what they were when I used to live in a house. No electricity bill to pay any more. Plus I lack bills other authors have: No phone bill (near mute Autistic person without enough vocal ability to communicate effectively over a phone), no cable (seeing how I do not own a TV - I do own a portable DVD player and full season collections of MANY TV series to make up for the lack of a TV though.)
My gas bills are higher than most, however, due to the 200lbs of marbles glued to the hood of my daily driver Volvo which used to get 22mpg but now gets only 14mpg thanks to the weight and lack of air flow of the rhinestones/beads/marbles and than the 7mpg the RV gets, and I have no idea how much mpg the 22' 1964 Dodge police car gets, but when it eats more lead than gas and you have to mix your own gas because nobody sells leaded gas anymore, well whose counting miles anymore?
The only real bill I have is the comic book collection which requires a 48ft by 28ft storage unit to house. My comic books when bagged, boarded, and started are taller, longer, and wider than my motorhome and my car lined up end to end. I have a lot of comic books. They don't fit in the library either, I own a library, private collection, 12,000 books at last count several years ago.
I buy 800 books a month, I haven't dared recount - it takes months to do. Food wise, it's me, 12 cats, a rabbit, and a teeny-tiny dog who only comes up to the knees of the cats.
The biggest expense is the animal shelter - 500 cats, birds, and horses that take up 4 to 8 hours a day just to feed them all. (My partner, has his own house, I have phobia issues, a result of a bomb in my house, which is why I live in a RV now, seeing as I'm no longer able to set a feet in a house since the bomb. So he has a new house, where he lives and I live in a motorhome in the driveway for the past 7 years since the bomb.) Well my partner pays for the book storage and I'm slowly retiring from the shelter/rescue and my brother is doing more and more of the work, slowly taking over that business.
My health has become an issue and I simply can not run a massive animal rescue on that scale anymore, so by the end of the year I likely will still own but no longer be running the shelter.
In the end, with my partner paying for the books and the shelter changing hands, the only expenses I now have are gas for my cars and RV and food for me, the 12 cats, the rabbit, and the dog. I boondock, meaning I have no running water, no hook-ups, no electricity, no sewer. Nothing on board. Catlitter. A 30lb bag of dogfood last 6 months thats $24 a year. Catfood 36lbs a week at $18 a bag is $950 a year. Rabbit eats vegetable scraps from my food. My food $20 tp $50 a week = at most $2,000 a year. Gas? I'm pretty much permanently parked.
The RV rarely moves, when it does it's just to drive the cats around the neighborhood to keep the engine from sticking. I only go out to buy food once ever couple of months, and I attend events on weekends but none of those are far away, so I'm not using much more than $60 a month. I can (and have for the past 7 years) live quite well on an income of $200 to $600 a month.
Thing is I used to be very wealthy, and I still have all the rare books, insanely expensive cars, antique kimonos, and lots of furs, but the bomb did change me a lot. Hurricane Katrina took the house down and we started rebuilding, but 6 months the bomber arrived and the only stuff that survived the bomb was the stuff that was in storage. And $3million in medical bills later, we had no money to rebuild again. The bomb did more damage than what people are aware of. The $3million in medical bills those were just the first few weeks after the bomb...the bills are still rising. New bills arrive every month $13,000 a day for one machine. I stopped adding the totals up after it hit $3million. That was 7 years ago. I broke my leg 4 weeks ago - I was denied ER treatment, because my outstanding bill was too high. I was turned away from the free clinic 3 times.
I was homeless out of necessity for 6 months, and than I moved back indoors and discovered I had developed a massive, horrible phobia of being indoors. It was so bad, that I became "willfully" homeless, because I was unable to feel safe living indoors ever since the bomb. It took me 6 years living in my car to be able to progress to living in a motorhome. Will I ever work my way back up to living in a house again? I don't know. All I know is someone tried to kill me and my family and not everyone survived the bomb and 7 years later I'm still not able to function yet.
Money lost it's importance to me. I lost my husband. And my baby. Baby's dead, husband's not. He remembers me as very good friend. 21 years of marriage is gone. He has no memory of me as his wife, at all. He doesn't remember the baby either. He's alive but it's worse than if he was dead. To look in his eyes and see nothing. That's why money means nothing to me now. What I've lost money can't bring back.
 
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