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November 14, 2023 was the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

NEVER FORGET:

My Son Was Murdered, The Killer Walks Free, Your Child Could Be Next!

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FAQ: What are the most visited pages on this website and how many visits do they get?

Several years ago, I wrote an article on how to write different types of magic uses, or rather how I personally write various types of magic users within the context of my Quaraun books. Today that page is one of my top ten most visited articles. It gets 50 to 500 views/reads/hits/visits per day depending on the time of the years and has had over 200k visits total since it was published.

Amphibious Aliens: Debunking The Atwater Family's Alien Abduction Hoax with more then 30MILLION reads since 2007 and The GoldenEagle: Debunking Stephen King's World's Most Haunted Car Hoax with over tenMILLION reads since 2007 still rank as the two most visited articles on my website, but, neither of those are writing related.

Writing Medieval Servants is my most visited writing related article with over 7MILLION reads.

The most requested, but apparently not so easy to find writing article is EelKat's Park Bench Method To Writing (you have to scroll half way down the page to find it. It's after the list of writing prompts). The name of the page is NOT "EelKat's Park Bench Method of Writing" which is why you guys have so much trouble finding it, LOL!)

This website was started in 1996 and has 1 to 3 new articles (all written by me, I am the only writer on this site) published almost daily. In 2017 we crossed ten thousand articles published. As of 2023, EACH article gets MINIMUM 10 to 70 reads PER DAY, with the high traffic articles getting 500+ reads per day.

And since December 2019, my website now gets three hundred thousand to 7 million reads per month - well over ONE HUNDRED MILLION PAGE READS PER YEAR, making it not only the single most trafficked site in the State of Maine, but also one of the most visited websites in ALL OF NEW ENGLAND!

{{{HUGS}}} Thank you to all my readers for making this possible!

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 TRIGGERED! I'm a Straight Cis Woman, but I am deemed Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach, Are you too gay for the bigoted, minority harassing, white power, gay hating psychos of The Old Orchard Beach Town Hall Too? 

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Fantasy Tropes:
What to avoid writing?
What to include in your novel?

I published my first novel in 1978. Since then I have self-published 138 novels (combined with trad pubbed novels through Harlequin and the likes the total is over 300 novels), 30 non-fiction books, 2,000+ short stories, a dozen plays, a few comic book scripts for Disney’s Uncle Scrooge and Donald Duck comics, a few dozen novellas, and 10,000+ non-fiction articles. I worked for the Boston Globe for 21 years and was the editor-in-chief of 2 small literary/short-story (horror) mags for 16 years.

In the past 50 years, I’ve published more words than the bulk of all the rest of the users on this subReddit combined will ever publish in their lifetimes... AND... I’ve never once written a trope or avoided a trope in that time.

Do you want to know why?

Because before joining this subReddit, I had never even heard the word trope before. Tropes are not a thing actual authors or publishers who actually work in the industry ever talk about.

Why?

Because we are too busy writing and publishing to worry about foolish things like: outlines, plots, character arcs, and 99% of the rest of the bullshit that gets tossed around as so called “writing advice” on the internet.

No, I’ve used none of those things either.

Besides never having used tropes, I’ve also never used outlines, plots, character arcs, beats, beat sheets. Tropes are an internet thing that internet people talk about when they are pretending to be writers. You don’t see writers talking about them offline. Internet people, mostly teenagers, talk about internet things because they are too young to understand how the real world or the real publishing industry works, while career professionals, mostly adults, in the real world talk about real world things that have real and actual effects on writing and publishing.

Internet people THINK tropes matter. Industry professionals KNOW tropes don’t mean shit and are just a way for internet people to categorize things because they are bored and have nothing better to do.

So, in 50 years of publishing several million words each year, I never heard or thought about using tropes, because I write. That’s it. I just write.

>>>Let’s discuss: what’s better, subverting common tropes, using tropes without subversion, or avoiding common tropes altogether? Should writers continue to use tropes without subversion, but still keep it original, subverting it, or not using common tropes and instead finding something new?

I think it is silly to worry about such things.

Why?

Because it’ll cause bad writing. And by bad writing, I mean, it’ll end being a story that feels too formulaic.

I wrote for Harlequin for a while, a few years back. Do you know why I stopped? Because I learned how much I hate writing to formulas.

When I first sent a manuscript to Harlequin, I didn’t know the gruelling, tedious formular they required their writers to stick too. One editor liked my story, but it didn’t fit the formulae, so the editor sent me a copy of the formulae and asked me to rewrite the story in that formula.

The formula read like this: “By page 3 the reader should have to meet the heroine, and should have at least heard the hero’s name mentioned; by page 10 the heroine must have established her reason she will do the things which lead to meeting the hero, the story must have three sex scene - no more - no less, the first must be on page _ and must not end with an orgasm so that both the heroine and reader want to hunt the hero more...” EVERY SINGLE PAGE number had a: this must be here, that must be there. The book had to end at exactly 182 pages, no more, no less. At the time Harlequin had more than30 lines varying from sex-free/sweet to spicy Erotica, and EACH line had its own formula and in order to be published by Harlequin, you MUST write one of those formulas EXACTLY as they laid out.

No where did they mention tropes, and yet, no publisher out there gets accused of trope writing more than Harlequin does. The fact is Harlequin has been publishing Romance novels. Since Barbara Cartland invented them in the 1940s. They are the first Romance publisher, the oldest one still going, and remain to this day the #1 go to publisher by Romance readers. Readers who don’t know the names of any Romance author, but Harlequin send them 3 to 4 new novels each week through the mail order subscription service, and those readers read every one of them. Harlequin HAS to mail out 3 to 4 each week, because Romance readers READ 3 to 4 each week. EVERY Harlequin book goes out of print less than a month after it’s published, never to be sold again. While they have a line that reaches store shelves, two-thirds of the 300+ new titles they publish every month are mail order only. Readers see so many author names each month that they remember none of them. But readers DO remember the publisher: Harlequin.

I know, I started my Harlequin subscription in the 1970s, and I have over 30,000 Harlequin books. And not just Harlequin. I have all 801 Barbara Cartland’s, over 3,000 Signets, over 8,000 Avons, and the pride of my collection is the complete run of Zebra Historicals - EVERY VOLUME, including ALL 2,378 Fabios. I’ve read them all. Ye, I’ve read well over 100,000 books in my lifetime. I’m an even more varousious reader than I am an obsessive writer. I subscribe to only 3 of their many lines. I hang out with other Harlequin readers, other Harlequin writers, several Harlequin editors. I’ve done so for 50+ years, and never once in that time has any of them used the word trope.

Yet come to the internet, especially Reddit, and you find a strange breed of reader and writer who does not exist offline and lives only in the mind hive of the internet: writers and readers who obsessive over and talk about nothing but tropes. To the extent that they’ve built multiple wiki-type trope sites devoted to nothing but dissecting every book on the planet into tropes.

They love talking about tropes; they love writing about tropes; they love thinking about tropes.

And people who don’t read their genre varosiosly enough to know which publisher wants what, simply by looking at the publisher's name on the back of their favourite books, run to places like TV tropes trying to figure out what to write. 

You can tell the people who don’t read, by how much they talk about tropes. Readers talk about characters. Readers love this character, hate that character, wish this other character had more books about him. They don’t dissect the story like some stuck up know-it-all college professor who feels the need to dissect everything and slap labels and name calling on every sentence. They are too busy reading, falling in love with characters, having fun with those characters, joining the characters on an adventure, to have time to think about dissecting the story, analysing the story, labelling the story into tropes.

Every time I see someone talk about analysing a story, I roll my eyes, and remind myself how lucky I am that I never went to school, didn’t grow up in America, and didn’t have the hobby of reading spoiled for me, by middle school and high school teachers telling me to analyze what I read. I pity every person who went to American schools a grew up not knowing how to simply enjoy the story for the love of having fun with the characters in the story. I feel sorry for every American who possesses an inability to do anything other than dissect and analyze books, and is completely incapable of loving characters and having adventures in books. Your school system failed you big time, robbing you of the ability to JUST READ. Read with no goal of looking for hidden messages, deep meanings, or tropes.

That there is the problem. So many Americans hate reading, and why do they say they hate reading: often, they say it because they hate being forced to analyze every story in high school. Forced to analyze. Robbed of the ability to enjoy the story. Condemned to be able to nothing but comb through every word looking for tropes.

The greatest writers are always the greatest readers, and readers don’t analyze and dissect what they read. Readers fall in love with characters. Readers go on adventures with those characters. Readers ARE NOT looking for hidden meanings, themes, messages, or tropes in the story. They are too busy looking for characters to be friends with and go places with.

Writers who don’t read don’t understand this concept. So they put on their scientist caps and dissect the books, trying to figure out what readers want. They study grammar and outline plots and pull apart character arcs, and catalogue tropes, and they completely miss the point.

Me as a reader: Give me a character I like, and read EVERYTHING that character is in, no matter how bad the writing, no matter what trope is in which story. Why? Look at my bookshelf. Did you see what I said back there. Miss it? Let me repeat it:

>>>and the pride of my collection is the complete run of Zebra Historicals - EVERY VOLUME, including ALL 2,378 Fabios.

I didn’t buy those books for tropes, story, the author, the publisher... no... I bought those books because every single story in the series featured fashion model Fabio Lanzoni on the cover art. And I have a massive custom built bookshelf that displays them, cover out, so you can see the glory that is one of my favourite characters: Fabio. A real man, who was immortalized as a fictional character, in 2,378 Romance novels by over 400 authors, who got together to write lots and lots and lots and lots of stories about a single character. The Fabio character appears as vikings, pirates, cowboys, knights, highwaymen. You name it, he’s been it. He shows up in time periods from Bible era all the way to WW2 and everything in between. He shows up in Scotland to fight the British, in America to fight the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, and be a pioneer crossing the plains. Every author had a different take, put him in a different setting, different time period, some authors wrote purple prose, others could barely write good grammar, but the books sold millions, rivaling the sales of the Bible, the top selling books of all time, until Harry Potter came along and kicked Fabio off his King of the Hill spot.

The Fabio books were a phenomenon unlike anything anyone had ever seen in the publishing industry... and we all know what happened the year Fabio couldn’t believe it was not butter at the SuperBowl... record breaking views, because more women watched the SuperBowl that year than men, just to hear Fabio say “I can’t believe it’s not butter” and then leave.

Many consider the Fabio books today to be the laughingstock of the Romance genre. One barely has to look at the TV trope website to see that. No books appear more on trope websites than the Fabio books. According to the creators of the trope websites, the tropes of the Fabio books are the worst of all and should be avoided like the plague.

Why?

They WERE the top selling books of all time, prior to Harry Potter, for a reason: readers loved them. Women couldn’t get enough of them, buying them with rabid abandon, to the point the publisher had to go out and find 400 additional authors to help write the books, just to keep up with demand. In the space of less than 5 years, 2,378 novels were published about one single character, and readers loved it.

What did readers love? The character: Fabio. And they didn’t care about lack of consistency (like, why is he Scottish in this novel and Comanche in that novel?) or over abundance of tropes. Heck, they didn’t even care which author wrote it or which publisher published it. Four other publishers besides Zebra put out an additional 3,000+ Fabio knock offs those same 4 years. Readers found a character they loved and gobbled him up anywhere they could find him.

Characters are what readers want.

Readers don’t care about tropes.

Readers care about characters.

And people who don’t read, just don’t understand that. And no amount of analysing or dissecting or looking for tropes is ever going to help them to understand.

People who don’t read think there must be some magic formula to follow, some secret writing trick to success. 

The ONLY secret to writing successful books is to passionately write about a character you are passionately in love with. And readers will love him with you.

Write what you know = write what you love. So many people don’t understand that. They hear “write what you know” and their uncreative brain assumes that means “write only their personal life experiences”. That they think that is what “write what you know” means shows they don’t have enough creative energy to ever be a writer at all. Writing requires thinking to create. Write what you know does NOT mean write your personal life experiences, it MEANS write the things you love.

Me? I love Elves, but I’m not an Elf. I love wizards, but I’m not a wizard. I love 1400s to 1600s era America, but I live in 1970s to current era America. I write what I know, and I know what I love, so I write Elves and wizards in Salem witch trial era New England. Is it full of tropes? Probably. I don’t know. I’ve never bothered to find out what any tropes are and I’ve no plans to ever do so.

I take a character I love, in my case, an Elf wizard, and I put him in a time period/setting I love, in my case, 1400s to 1600s New England,, and I just start writing to see what happens. I made him a merchant, so he travels around the colonies and covers a wide era. And in every novel, he’s in a new town, meeting new people, and I just write the story of his interacts with those people in those towns. No plots, no outlines, no character arcs, no tropes intentionally added or avoided, and the top selling volume of the series sold 57million copes.

If you want to succeed in the publishing industry, then you NEED to create a character readers love, and then just pump out a LOT of stories about that one character, as fast as you can.

Perhaps I can shed some insight into how I came to write the way I do and maybe that’ll make it more clear, why I see trope/outline/plot/arc/etc arguments silly?

Let me tell you what working for newspapers taught me, and then perhaps it’ll be more clear why I think it’s foolish that so many newbie writers fuss over trope, plots, outlines, and arches:

Let’s start with a typing speed chart, because it’s going to become important to reference.

In order to get a job as a secretary, the requirement is to type 175 words per minute WITHOUT spelling or grammar errors. That’s 10,500 words per hour WITHOUT errors in either spelling or grammar.

This is why when you take a college touch typing class, the requirement to graduate is at MINIMUM typing for one hour, while sustaining a MINIMUM speed of 175 words per minute, though if you want to pass with an A, you need to sustain 195 words per minute.

There are millions of secretaries in the world who type at speeds of 10,000+ words per hour without breaking a sweat.

It is very common for people new to National Novel Writing Month/NaNoWriMo, to baulk at the idea of writing 1,667 words a day, but, consider this:

How long does it take a person to type 1,667 words?

If you write ___ words per minute, you’ll reach 1,667 words in:

If you type 10 words per minute, you will reach 1,667 words in just under 3 hours.

If you type 200 words per minute, which is fairly common for many law offices or court room secretaries, you will reach 1,667 words in 8 minutes.

* 10 wpm > 166m (2 & 3/4 hrs)

* 15 wpm > 111m (1 & 3/4hrs)

* 20 wpm > 83m (1hr & 13m)

* 25 wpm > 66 m (1hr & 6m)

* 30 wpm > 56m (average for most people) = 30wpm > 1,800 words per hour

* 35 wpm > 48m (average for most people) = 35wpm > 2,100wph

* 40 wpm > 42m = 40wpm > 2,400wph

* 45 wpm > 37m = 45wpm > 2,700wph

* 50 wpm > 33m (average range for many hobby writers) = 50wpm > 3k wph

* 55 wpm > 30m (average range for most hobby writers) = 55wpm > 3,300 wph

* 60 wpm > 28m (average range for many hobby writers) = 60wpm > 3,600 wph

* 65 wpm > 26m = 65wpm > 3,900 wph

* 70 wpm > 24m = 70wpm > 4,200 wph

* 75 wpm > 22m = 75wpm > 4,500 wph

* 80 wpm > 21m (average range for many career authors & journalists/reporters) = 80wpm > 4,800 wph

* 90 wpm > 19m (average range for most career authors & journalists/reporters) = 90wpm > 5,400 wph

* 100 wpm > 17m (average range for a few career authors & journalists/reporters) = 100wpm > 6k wph

* 125 wpm > 13m = 125wpm > 7,500 wph

* 150 wpm > 11m (average for many office secretaries) = 150wpm > 9k wph

* 175 wpm > 10m (average for most office secretaries & required to get a passing grade from touch typing college courses) = 175wpm > 10,500 wph 

* 190 wpm > 9m (average for some office secretaries & required to get a grade A from touch typing college courses) = 190wpm > 11,400 wph

* 200 wpm > 8m (average for a few office secretaries) = 200wpm > 12k wph

* 210 wpm > 7m  = 210wpm > 12,600 wph

* 225 wpm > 6m (the Guinness World Record) = 225wpm > 13,500 wph

My own speeds:

* 91 wpm > 19m (my average speed for casual typing, such as forums, Twitch chat, and Reddit posts)

* 175 wpm > 10m (my average speed during challenges like NaNoWriMo, The Novel In a WeekEnd Contest, the 7 Day Novel Challenge, and the 50k in one day challenge)

My highest word count in a single day is 57k (fifty-seven thousand) words, done for the 5k in one day contest, I started at midnight, and took a 15 snack/bathroom minute break every 60 minutes, and at the end of 24 of steady non-stop typing, with no sleep - I had 57k words, which was edited and published 5 days later as a 61k word novel (as part of the 7 day novel contest that was going on that same week.)

While writing an entire novel in a single day CAN be done, I do NOT recommend beginning writers try it, as it involves typing at speeds that you can’t jump into and do without training. 

I took the secretary/touch typing course 3 times before I passed it, and each time was 3 months of daily 3 hour classes of doing nothing but typing whatever the teacher said. It was gruelling and took more self discipline and dedication than I think the average hobby writer is going to want to attempt, so I really do not recommend high speed typing, for people outside of secretary jobs.

At the time I took the course, I was also a newbie-journalist for the Boston Globe (newspaper, which I worked for for 21 years) and so I had a job that required learning speed typing, in order to work at typing news articles, against deadlines that were often something like: “We need a 5k article on this morning’s school shooting, ready for the evening edition” meaning I often had under 3 hours to research the event, type up the article, edit it, and hand it to the press shop for printing in the evening edition. I’d get the assignment under 3 hours before it had to go to press.

And that is WHY I (like every other journalist who ever worked for Boston Globe, The New York Times, or any other big newspaper) ended up being about to type at an average speed of 90 to 175 word per minute. 

Every town has its own newspaper. Every state has a big newspaper, and EVERY journalist at each of them, types 100+ words per minute. It’s standard common practice for professional writers to have a 175wpm typing speed, that is WHY college courses use 175wpm as the requirement to graduate.

Hobby writers think EVERYONE writes 10 to 35 words per minute. But I’m not a hobby writer. I was a Boston Globe journalist for 21 years. That’s a high paced job, where you have to be on the scene of crimes, accidents, shootings, hurricanes, and you NEED to type fast, in order to get those news reports in the next edition of the paper, and you often have under an hour to do it. Newspaper journalism, they need to get the article in the paper as close to a few minutes after the event happens as possible, and if you can’t type 175words per minute, you won’t last 1 week in that job.

I write novels and short stories on the side of also being a journalist and the editor-in-chief of 2 literary magazines... so of course I type fast when I’m typing fiction too.

Here’s the thing: speed THINKING is needed if you want to speed type. You need to snap, snap, snap, think on your feet, not dawdling around all will-nilly ho-hum planning this, outlining that, procrastinating and blaming it all on writer’s block. No. You don’t NEED to pre-plan, think of plots, come up with ideas, or build outlines. You CAN write without those things. It just takes having the self discipline to train yourself to do it.

I think far too many fiction writers don’t take professional typing training, because they really don’t take their writing seriously. If they did, they also wouldn’t make fun of and mock those of us who take our careers as writers seriously.

I think too, far too many writers, think they can pop out a single novel, become an overnight millionaire, and then never have to work a day in their life, just live off royalties forever. But that’s not how the publishing industry works. Writing is hard work, long hours, gruelling schedules/deadlines, and far less pay than you could get flipping burgers at MckyDs or stocking shelves at Wal-Mart.

Think about it... I COULD, dawdle around twiddling my thumbs, blaming my inaction on writer’s block and publish 1 novel every 10 years... or I could take my job seriously, punch writer’s block in the face, and have the self discipline to sit down and type and publish 2 to 3 articles of 5k each per day, 1 short story of 35k words a week and 4+ novels of 150k words per year... oh, wait, that IS what I do, because guess what? I have bills to pay and I don’t have the luxury of sitting around waiting for inspiration or some muse to bite my ass and get me writing.

That’s why I mentioned typing speeds.

Think about it.

Speed typing also = speed thinking.

If you want to type fast, you also have to think fast.

Well, when you are thinking fast enough to be typing 175 words per minute, you are also thinking fast enough to be organizing the plot and characters as you go.

This is how it works in the newspaper industry. There is ZERO time to stop and ask questions like: “Should I avoid using this trope in favour of using that trope?”

No!

You have under 2 hours to hand in your finished, edited 3,000 word copy and you are still driving to the crime scene.

The thing is, writing for newspapers taught me to think super fast, to plan in my head WHILE I’m typing. To outline in my head AS I TYPE. To think of the story on the spur-of-the-moment WHILE I TYPE IT. Granted this is not an easy skill to learn, and before writing for newspapers I too struggled to write 100 words a day, but then I learned to discipline myself to write without worrying about it. To just write.

Does that mean everyone should type like I do? No. Certainly not. But it does mean one shouldn’t lump every writer into ALL can do this or NONE can do that. And unfortunately, that is what many people do. They’ll say because THEY type 5million words of world-building and plotting and outlining a year, and only get 1,000 words of actual story written a year, that no one can write fast. We are all different and write as slow or as fast as suits us personally. No one way is right or wrong. 

But, here’ comes back to things like using or not use tropes:

But, here’ comes back to things like using or not use tropes:

If you sit around thinking about tropes (or outlines or plots or character arcs) then you ARE NOT WRITING, and you also are not even actually thinking about writing either.

Let’s go back to the Boston Globe job... if I got a call at 10PM to show up at a crime scene and write a 5k report to publish by the noon edition, that leaves me 2 hours to not only write but also drive to the scene, investigate, drive back to the office, type, edit, format, then rush it to the printing boys. I do not have time to waste daydreaming about how I’m going to write; I don’t have time to diddle out an outline; I don’t have time to worry if I’m using overused phrases/tropes, I barely have time to drive to the crime scene, and I have to write after I investigate too.

In the newspaper business, your boss hands you a “headline” a single sentence, and expects you to hand him back a fully edited 2k+ word article in 3 hours or fewer. No time to plan. No time to outline. No time to think about anything but THE STORY ITSELF. You have to tell the story. Just write the story. That’s it.

Well, back to fiction writers and tropes.

I worked for the newspaper before I wrote fiction novels and so when I started writing novels; I went into it using the same method I used writing for the newspaper: Take a single sentence, and expand it into a novel. That’s it.

No thought about tropes, characters, plots, outlines, nothing. Simply writing on the fly, come hell or high water. If it ends up with tropes in the story, well, so be it. Maybe that story needed them. And you know what? If someone looks at one of my novels and says I use too many or not enough tropes, I’m just going to point out that they see tropes because they WANT to see tropes. 

In writing novels, I take a “headline”, a single sentence/plot idea, and within 24 hours I’ve got a 17k word first draft. By day 2 I’ve rewritten it to 40k words. By the end of 7 days it’s at 120k. No time spent plan. No time spent outlining. No world-building. No character arcs. No tropes. No plots. I think only about THE STORY ITSELF. I tell the story. I just write the story. That’s it.

And my #1 top seller sold 57million copies, so I must do something right.

So, back to your question:

>>>Let's discuss: what's better, subverting common tropes, using tropes without subversion, or avoiding common tropes altogether? Should writers continue to use tropes without subversion, but still keep it original, subverting it, or not using common tropes and instead finding something new?

I think far too many young people who grew u with the internet forget that the world outside of the internet is vastly different from the theories tossed around on the internet.

What I mean by this is: They spend hours, days, weeks, months, years even, on social media, forums, Reddit, etc, debating this method vs that method of writing. Outlining vs panting. Embracing tropes vs avoiding tropes. Then they bitch and moan that they’ve worked on a novel for 5+ years and have yet to reach 10k words and they can’t understand why.

Meanwhile, I’m publishing 4+ novels of 120k words each per year, a 25k short story a week, and 2 to 3 non-fiction articles of 5k words each per day. I publish on average 2 million to 8 million words PER YEAR, and they bitch that they can’t reach 10k words?

Really? 

Why am I different from them?

I’ll tell you: discipline

I had the discipline to take typing classes so I could learn secretarial touch typing.

I have the discipline to not spend 8 hours a day typing posts on Reddit, Twitter, FaceBook, etc, instead of spending 8 hours a day typing my drafts.

I have the discipline to sit down and JUST WRITE, without worrying about plots and outlines and arcs and tropes, without asking permission to write male characters (I’m female), without asking permission to write white characters (I’m not white), without asking for feedback between every paragraph, without sending every character to beta readers for second guessing, without cowering at the feet of every possibly nay saying of every possible race/gender/religion/sexuality/ect I give my characters.

I have the discipline to write my characters as people existing in a world that they must interact with. 

I have the discipline to not spend 8 hours a day daydreaming about what I might write someday, daydreaming about which characters I’m going to write about someday, which things to add to the world, which tropes to use, which tropes to avoid. 

I have the discipline to write WHILE I think, to think as I write, to write my thoughts WHEN I think them.

I have the discipline to know the difference between daydreaming about the world I built and writing about the characters who live in that world.

I have the discipline to know that bad writing results from over thinking, over planning, and spending too much time worrying about what others will think.

I have the discipline to know that every minute spent world-building is a minute not spent writing. Every minute spent plotting, planning, and outlining is a minute not spent writing. Every minute spent researching tropes and beat sheets and trying to find one to fit my characters, is a minute wasted, both of my time, and my reader’s time.

I have the discipline to know that tropes are not something to worry about, because all a trope is, is a way for bored people on the internet to label my characters and the books they are in.

I have the discipline to know that I am the Autistic author (Kannar’s Syndrome not Aspergers) who obsessively writes the stories, and not the Aspie geek who obsessively catalogues my stories into trope websites online.

I have the discipline to that it is my job as a writer to write stories about the lives of characters and how they interact with their world.

I have the discipline to know that it is the reader’s job, not my job, to analyze what I wrote and divide it into whatever trope they feel it is.

I have the discipline to JUST WRITE!

I JUST WRITE!

I have a character readers like, and I write stories about him doing things and going places and interacting with other characters. I tell his life story. Only this and nothing more. I just write his story. That’s it. I sit down and I think: What is he going to do today? And then I write it. I never know what I’m going to write before I write it. None of it’s planned ahead of time. I learn to story as I write it, the same way the reader learns it as they read it.

If what I write ends up full of tropes or ends up avoiding tropes, then so be it. I’m never going to know one way or the other, seeing how I’m still clueless what exactly it is that a trope even is. Heck, I may use them all the time and not know it. Seeing how I don’t know the lists of tropes wannabe writers like to throw around, I would have no way of knowing if I write any of those tropes or not. And you know what? I also don’t care. Why? Because I have a story to tell, so I just tell it. I write what I as a reader want to read. And if my work ends up having tropes in it, well, I guess that just means that I, as a reader, like to read tropes.

I find it odd that I’ve been publishing for 40+ years and before joining Reddit; I had never heard the term trope before.

I find it odd that so many unpublished writers on Reddit spend so many hours fussing over tropes and are too scared to write anything out of fear of writing a trope.

My advice to everyone looking to write anything: Just write! Whatever it is you want to write, it’ll never get written if you don’t just start writing it.

Stop worrying about tropes, plots, outlines, arcs. beat sheets, and all that other nonsense, and just write your story.

To write a good, delightful story, you need to know only 2 things: how to write good grammar, and the story you want to tell. Have the self discipline to learn good grammar, then have the self discipline to sit down and tell the story. That really is all that is needed.

All that said, I also don't think there is anything wrong with writing tropes or avoiding tropes if that is what you want to do, because you find it to be fun to do.

If you think a specific trope is great and want to write it 101 different ways just because you think it'd be a fun thing to do, than go ahead.

If you hate certain tropes and want to avoid them, then, go ahead.

When all is said and done, I think everyone should just write the thing their heart burns to write, no matter if others say they should or should not write it.

I think far too many writers, especially young and new writers, waste way too much time worrying about what they should or should not do, what others will or will not think, when they could have spent that time writing something they love instead of stressing out not-writing because they are scared of what others think.

Remember: people who love you, don't care what you write, and people who care what you write, don't matter in your life. You can't please everyone, so you might as well, please yourself. 

Just write what you want to write, the way you want to write it. Use as many or as few tropes as you want,, or do what I do, write oblivious to tropes.

Fantasy - What to avoid? What to include?

My Fantasy novel wish list:

You said you play Fantasy games. Witcher perhaps? We can definitely use more books like the Witcher series. Only 5 volumes in the set and I'm desperately wanting more books on that same vein (battle mage, wandering the world, fighting monsters).

Wizards as main characters. So very hard to find. Most Fantasy has wizards as sidekicks or the wise old dude the hero gets advice from. (Too many Gandalf wannabes) Or even worse, are young kids training to be wizards. (Too many Harry Potter wannabes.) Why can't an ornery old wizard, be the main character? Why must he always be the sidekick or the cameo? Why must all main character wizards be teenagers? I want to see more elderly wizards as main characters. They have stories that need to be told too.

Elves who are actual Elves. As in Elves before Tolkien came along. Elves from Norse mythology, who originated from ancient Hebrew Kabbalism. Badass Fallen Angels who had their wings cut off because they were too hung up on raping women (see the book of Genesis, Enoch, and Tobias in the Bible, for the origin story of Elves aka The Alfar aka The Watchers aka The Grigori Angels aka The Fallen Angels.) Angelic beauties with Demonic personalities. Lustful, sex crazed, evil fathers of the Nephelium. You almost never see anyone use the old school demonic, pre-Tolkien style Elf - immortal beauties, angels cast out of heaven, their wings ripped from their backs. Cursed to live among the Humans, whom they hate, because they were once angels who flew in the heavens, and now they live among the lowly Earthbound Humans.

Elves from other time periods and cultures. Okay medieval, European Elves are great and I love them, but what about Elves who live in the Arctic? How about Elves in ancient Egypt? Why not Elves in medieval Japan? Elves in space? Elves in the distant future? Elves competing against Humans in the Yukon gold rush (1860s)? Colonial era Elves? Persian Elves? French Canadian Elf trappers? Elves in Victorian England? Elves in Rococo France? More "Native American" Elves like in ElfQuest. Hippie Elves in the 1970s? Flapper Elves and Elf gangsters in the roaring 1920s? Elves starving to death in the Great Depression of the 1930s? Why are Elves only ever seen in medieval Europe? If they are creatures that live 500 to 1,000 years or more, then most Elves alive in medieval Europe were either alive when Jesus and Caesar walked in rome or are still alive today in the 2018 era. Where are the stories telling us of the Elves in the Roman empire? How were Elves affected by the World Wars? What are Elves doing today? I want to know. I love Elves, I just wish their was more variety in their culture - they seem to be eternally stuck in medieval Europe.

Less hero and questing stories. Less battle and political intrigue stories. More stories of the common folk. I loved The Little House on the Prairie series. 7 books that held my undivided attention (difficult to do). The books follow the life of the average, ordinary common farm girl, through her life from her 5th birthday, until her late 40s when her husband died and she stopped writing in her diary. Now, granted, The Little House on the Prairie are non-fiction reprints of a real farm girl's rather mundane diaries... but, it's captivating see how her family struggled through blizzards, tornadoes, droughts, famines, brush fires, scarlet fever, malaria, the death of two of their daughters and all 3 of their son (characters who were not in the tv show if you only know the series from the tv series)... there was no adventures or quests or battles... but is was still captivating because, they had to fight against nature at every turn to try to survive... devastated when the blizzards hit Florida and destroyed their orange groves... yes... that's not in the tv show either, in real life they lived on Florida not Kansas and grew oranges, not wheat. The books are so insanely different from the tv show.

But my point is... why can't their be more Fantasy books written in the style of The Little House on the Prairie books? Why must every Fantasy novel farm boy be "the chosen one" and have to set off on some quest? Why can't he just be an ordinary farm boy struggling to plough the fields, fight against locusts and famine, struggle to stay warm in the winter? Why? Stories of the mundane lives of common folk, who have no magic powers, are not chosen ones, and never leave to go on a quest, are just as fascinating. I realy, realy, realy, really, wish more authors were writing this style of more "historical family drama" Fantasy. I'd love to see these from all over the world too. Every culture. Every time period. I think this sort of Fantasy novel is far too often overlooked. I would love to see more of these.

You know what I'd like most of all? An old Elf wizard, leading a mundane common, ordinary life. What does he do between quests? How does he live his everyday life? Who are his lovers? What does his family think of his career as a wizard? What are his hobbies? Does he have a farm of his own to tend between doing wizardy-things? I want to know. I love Elves. I love wizards. I love The Little House on the Prairie style family drama. I want there to be more Fantasy books like this out there. (Yes, there are a few, but they are very rare. More are needed.)

All that said...

It's best, if you were to make up your own wish list for things YOU want to see more of in Fantasy, and then write that, because in the end, the most satisfying part of writing, is to write the thing that you personally want to see more of.

And, by the way.... yes, I did write that old (non-Tolkien/pre-Tolkien type) Elf wizard in the The Little House on the Prairie style family drama. He's Persian, and he lives in colonial era Quebec, Canada. See, that is what I wanted to read, and since no one had written anything like that, I went ahead and wrote it myself.

I write Literary Fantasy, that follows the life of an elderly Elf wizard, once the world's most feared and most powerful necromancer, a former wizard-for-hire whom was in high demand and called upon by royals and governments the world over to solve their problems, defeat enemies, and get rid of monsters, he's now in the final years of his life and just wants to retire from wizarding and live a "normal" life for a change. The series (which currently has 130 novels and 2,000 short stories already published, 2018 being it's 40th anniversary and no plans to stop writing new stories for it) is on one hand Epic Fantasy that spans a HUGE world, and encompases time travel and portal magic, resulting in stories set anywhere from 938 to 2525, not only on Earth, but on planets in 3 solar systems as well, and alternate dimensions of Earth.

The wizard is a wandering vagabond, and travels on foot, walking 10 or 12 miles a day across a wide variety of landscapes as he treks across the entire planet. Meaning there are stories in deserts, forests, tundras, arctics, savanas, jungles, inland, on coasts, you name it. He's looking for a place to settle down, but his fame precedes him and people either fear and loath him, thus chase him away, or want to hire him for some quest or mission, thus he flees because he doesn't do that sort of thing anymore and just wants peace and quiet. He's forced to live on the road, traveling constantly to get any peace or quiet away from haters and adorerers.

The series follows his every day life as he travels. Sometimes he travels alone, and sometimes he travels with random strangers he met on the road, sometimes he joins a caravan and travels with them, but usually it's him and 2 other wizards (one a Faerie and the other a half-Elf/half-Demon) who are his best friends, just traveling aimlessly, with no end goal of where they want to go, them just following a road to see where it leads them.

A lot of the series reads like a travelogue road-trip/camping-trip as a result. If they find a town, they look for a inn or tavern or hay loft or some place they can sleep inside. So what of the series is not on the road, is usually in an inn or a tavern.

even though the series is Epic Fantasy, genre wise, very High Fantasy with Elves and Dragons and magic, (the Elf wizard also has a pet Unicorn and a pet Dragon travelling with him); style wise it is Slice of Life Literary Fiction, following his very mundane everyday habits.

He could use magic to do everything. He can wave his wand and have a meal cook itself, but he's also actively refusing to use magic at all. He's used magic for everything his whole life and he doesn't want to rely on magic anymore. But having relied on magic for everything, means he has no clue how to cook, how to find food, how to grow food, how to build a fire, how to build a shelter, how to defend himself in a fight. Though he is an insanely overpowered wish granting, Di'Jinn wizard who can snap his fingers and make anything happen, he also desires to live a "normal" life like "common folk". He wants to live as though he didn't know magic existed.

Quaraun is continually frustrated with the simplest, most mundane of activities, because he was never taught how to do them and he sees other people do them with ease. He's used to grabbing his wand and poof he doesn't have to do a damned thing, so the series becomes a survival story of him just trying to figure out how to do common, ordinary things that everyone just knows how to do, but he's never done before. A large part of the plot is his struggle to survive without using magic.

In other words there is no action, no questing, no adventuring, no battles, no fights, no political intrigue, no wars, no wizard duels, or any of the typical stuff one would expect in the Fantasy genre. It's a very slow moving story that is pretty much like a video camera is just following him around every day as he hunts for food, cooks his meals, tends to his injuries, searches for a place to sleep for the night, then repeats it all the next day.

It's more or less an everyday look into the life of a common person who is not a hero and not on a quest and is just trying to live his life.

Shortly into the series, he meets up with the Faerie and they become lovers, but he's also sleeping with prostitutes in every town they visit which triggers a lot of arguing between him and his lover, bringing into the stories a very Soap Opera/Family Drama style to it.

Think of it as Little House on the Prairie meets Lord of the Rings and tossed into Days of Our Lives, and that'd just about describe it. Extremely NOT what you normally see in Fantasy, but very typical of what you see in Slice of Life Literary Family Drama.

It's not your typical Fantasy, but I have fun writing it, because it was the thing I passionately desired to read, so I wrote the thing I wanted to read. I wrote this, because it's what I wanted to read. It doesn't matter to me is anyone else likes it or not, because I like it. It's been an added bonus that a lot of people did like it.

TL:DR: My point is, that's what I suggest you do. Just look deep inside yourself and figure out what you most want to see more of in Fantasy, what things do you like and dislike, want more/less of? And then write it the way you want to see it. Write the novel, you most want to read, that no one else has written yet. Love what you write, write what you love and have fun doing it.

What do you want to become? 
What did you do today to step closer to that goal?
Whatever you do, be your best at it!
And remember to have yourself a great and wonderfully glorious day!

~EK
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By EelKat Wendy C Allen

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the destruction of my farm, and the illegal selling of half of my land to Colliard, you shall lose your land.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my being homeless since 2006 - YES, I AM still homeless in 2023, you shall become homeless.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the backhoe driving over my house, you shall lose your house.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my car being cut in half, you shall lose your car.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in my becoming crippled, you shall lose your health.

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.

Evil men go out of their way to try to drive a person to suicide.

Are you an evil man?

Are you sure you're not?

How many people have YOUR hate filled words killed?

Next time you go to do a mean thing to a fellow human, stop and really think about the consequences of your actions.

Did you ever notice how every one has a story to tell about me, yet not one of them ever speaks the truth?

What lies has YOUR gossiping tongue spread about me?

Did you know...

October 16, 2006, bomb blew up my house because of YOUR lies.

August 8, 2013, the house which replaced the one the bomb blew up, was driven over by a backhoe.

November 14, 2013, my 8 month old infant son was murdered because of your lies.

November 14, 2013, I was beaten up, paralized for 5 months, spent 18 weeks relearning to walk, I'm now crippled for the rest of my life, because of YOUR lies.

Are you proud of what you have done?

Enjoy your eternity in Hell. You earned it. You've certainly worked hard for it.

~EelKat

If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Update: November 12, 2023

Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html

UPDATE to add answer to question:

No. I am legally blind. I have been since I was 4 years old. I can not see what she looks like. I go by sound of voice and body smell to identify people. For what someone looks like I have to go by what others tell me. Like I said, I've never seen the woman who attacks, as she clearly knows I am legally blind and stays over 4 feet away from me. 

A person has to be closer than four feet from me in order for me to even make out the blur outline of their body shape/height/weight. But in order for ne to see their face they must have their face closer the EIGHT INCHES.

It's why I CAN identify the Claire woman and the Kendra woman who murdered my son, if anyone ever finds them and gets them in a line-up, I would be able to pick them out, but why I can not identify this weird crazy woman who shows up at the Biddeford apartment and stand yelling on the front porch and killed my dog Mickey in June 2023, and tried to kill me by poisoning my pizza at Round 1, while running around the restaurant screaming the same way she does here.

I can identify her voice and her laugh and her smell, its a very "Minnie Mouse type" high pitch shrieking with a megaphone style booming cackle laugh. And she smells really strong of alcohol drinks but I don't know what type as I am a Mormon and I don't know them. She also has a weird "rotting cat pee mixed with burned cotton candy smell" to her, which I am told by police, sounds like I am trying to describe a mix of "crack and weed" which the police said is some type of drug, but again, I'm a Mormon so I do not know those things. According to witnesses she is very fat, According to both my mother and my father she is well over 300lbs. Around twenty different people said she has "Shirley Temple Sausage curls" hair, while nearly a dozen other people said she has red curly hair, and several more people described her with straight purple hair, while some described her as wearing a "pulp fiction uma thurman wig".

In total well over a hundred people have come forward citing that she shows up on their porch and starts yell at them, and always starts out with some kind of "I got to warn you about EelKat and her demons" rant. They always describe her as "fat", "morbidly obeses", some say "200lbs" others say "300lbs". Some say she is in her 30s others say she is in her 40s. None of them know who she is, they all say she is a total stranger to them and they also all say, they had no idea who I was either.

They come to my apartment, they said, to tell me what she is doing, each of them saying they found out where I was because she told them my address, and they came over to tell me that she was doxxing my family. These people are always citing that they live in the Cutt St/Main street/May St/South St area, all of them saying they live within 3 or 4 blocks of me and that she walks to their buildings, they never see a car. My Biddeford apartment is 409 Main Street and she has shown up here daily from November 21, 2021 (the same day Etiole was shot; he says by her) until May 17, 2022. After May 2022, she showed up every holiday and every weekend, but no longer every day. 

Today is the 12th of November 2023 and she has already been here 4 times this month. At the same time, people around the Portland Ave and Cascade area of Old Orchard, are also arriving saying the same things, but about a man. They cite a white haired man, very skinny, rather short, around 5'6", around 70, is going driveway to driveway, parking a big Power Wagon sized Dodge Ram pickup truck across their driveway, then getting out, waving a rifle over his head, and yell up at their house ALSO saying he is there to "warn you about EelKat and her aliens". 

The two are believed to be grandfather/granddaughter, and FBI suspects they are the husband and granddaughter of the mystery "Claire" woman who murdered my son. They believe, that the homeless man who was murdered November 19, 2021, DID in fact know who the "Claire" woman who murdered my son was, and they believe this white haired man and woman who screams from porches are the ones who killed the homeless man, seeing how, he showed up on the 7 year anniversary of my son's murder, asking for the FBI phone number, claiming he knew who the woman who murdered my son was, but 5 days later he was murdered before he got a chance to talk to the FBI (the federal building in Portland was closed for the holiday week and the homeless man died before they reopened).

These 2, the white haired man and younger woman both showed up November 21, 2021, 2 days after the November 19, 2021 murder of the homeless man, who was murdered in the backyard of my Biddeford apartment, by the way, that week our building was yellow taped and crawling with police, that's why they were picking up the hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of chopped up pieces of the homeless man, which took them 3 days to find all of him. The FBI believes the homeless man was killed by someone who did not want him to identify my son's murderer... this homeless man's death is WHY my son's cold case, was reopened and the FBI once again here asking all the neighbors for leads. 

The FBI believes that the reason these two are hyper going from house to house all around me (I have 2 addresses: 409 Main Street Biddeford and 146 Portland Ave, Old Orcharch; and they are going up and down both streets and all side streets off of both streets), trying to spread slanderous rumors about me, most of the rumors involving some gibberish about demons, aliens, haunted cats, kidnapped cats, schizophrenia, and tons of other similar outright gibbering insanity.

The FBI believes they are spreading their wild gibbering slander in a weird attempt to get witness to NOT come forward with information about my son's murder. This in turn has led the FBI to believe that SOMEONE NEAR BY IS a witness to my son's murder and is scared of these two people. It is believed that this weird smear slander campaign these two are doing, is a direct fear tactic aimed at terrorizing someone they know to be a witness. 

These two are bullying and harassing my family on extreme and outlandish levels. The whole thing is very bizarre, and if this woman had NOT started running her gossiping, busy body, slandering mout h off on every front porch in the area, my son's murder investigation would NOT have been reopened. 

The thing is, for 7 years, from 2013 to 2021, there were ZERO leads. 

The mystery homeless man who showed up on the 7 year anniversary, was the first time anyone came forward claiming to know who the murderer was, but he was murdered 5 days later, and 2 days after that these 2 showed up with their wild tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, etc.  

Interestingly, at the same time, YouTube got flooded with HUNDREDS of deep fake "Golden Eagle Haunted Car" AI generated videos, alongside TENS OF THOUSANDS of weird "anti-EelKat" Reddit posts spread across well over a hundred Reddit accounts. Which in turn caused my website to have a MEGA massive increase in traffic - with now over a million users per month, searching Google for the term "EelKat golden Eagle Ghost Car Wendy Allen Demon Car" (the keyword that Google Analytics says has sent the most traffic to my website since November 2021). In their weird slander attempt, and in making all these weird deep fake videos, and in posting all those weird Reddit posts, they have had an unexpected side effect of RAISING AWARENESS to my son's murder, by sending millions of people to my website. 

I don't do any marketing or promoting of my website, there is the URL painted on my car and the link from my FaceBook profile, together those each around two thousand people. 

This weird smear campaign these 2 have done since November 2021, has had a HUGE impact on traffic to my website. HUGE. With my site going from 10k average monthly visitors to over SEVEN MILLION average monthly visitors. 

This woman and the white haired man, in their mega hyper attempts to slander men, inadvertently caused people to start direct typing the word "EelKat" into Google search engine, which of course cause Google to give them eelkat.com as a search result. In their attempt to BURY all thoughts of my son's murder, by trying to spread crazy rumors about me, they instead caused the page about my son's murder to receive an average of over ONE MILLION NEW USERS visiting it, EACH MONTH since they stated yelling from porches around Biddeford in November 2021. 

Which in turn has also lead to more than one thousand people calling the police and FBI giving tips about my son's murder. 

So, in their attempt to make me look crazy, all they did was make themselves look very, very, VERY guilty, while spreading awareness about my son's murder to people who, before these two arrived on porched in Biddeford and Old Orchard, were unaware of my son's murder. 

But no, back to your question, I've never seen either of these two. I'm blind, remember? Blind since I was 4 years old. Blind from being beaten in the face with a limb from a pine tree. I have been blind for five decades.

And no, I've never spoken with either of them. I'm mute, remember? My jaw was fused shut, from the bone growing back wrong, after being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, when I was 14 years old. I have been mute for four decades. I was 42 years old when doctors discovered I was not born mute, but was forcable made mute by "medical augmentation" aka torture. In June 2016, I had surgery to allow me to open my jaw properly for the first time in 40 years, but four decades mute, meant my vocal cords never grew properly, never received conditioning, and now today, I still can not speak properly, my voice is barely a whisper, IF I can even form vocalizations at all, which usually I can not. Because of this I have no physical ability to raise my voice at all, I can not scream or yell at all, I am physically, medically incapable of getting my voice to be anything other then a whisper, and even that causes searing pain, resulting in I don't bother trying to speak.

And no, I've not had contact with anyone. From 1983 until 2006 I was locked in a rusted racoon trap cage in a wood shed "room", and there were only 7 people who ever checked in on me that entire time, and they only did that once a week. Needless to say I never went to school. I had a typewriter, and my grandmother brought paper each week. I became very good at typing, because for 27 years, I had nothing else to do. 

October 2006 a bomb blew up that house. I almost died. Someone put the bomb in that "room" while I was asleep. From 2006 to 2015, I lived under a 8x9 tarp at the back of that wood shed.

Out of the entire of my more then five decades of life, I have only had contact with Humans for three years. From October 2010 to November 2013.

In October 2010 I went to the Old Orchard Beach High School and got my GED after 3 weeks of night classes. I got a ride to the DMV and got my driver's permit. Then I enrolled in two colleges York County Community College and Southern Maine Community College, taking five classes per semester. I could not enroll as a degree student because I do not know how to count or tell time or read clocks or calendars or do maths.

At SMCC, three professors (Andrew Parker, Robert Vettes, and Chris M) attempted to teach me how to speak. The SMCC student counselor brought in social workers and a state psychologist who diagnosed me as "a feral child" and stated I had no social skills on any level whatsoever due to what they termed "the most horrific case of child abuse and neglect ever seen in Maine history". They found my not knowing about things like eating utensils, bathing, or communicating verbally to be the worst case of "feral childism" in modern history.

A team of psychiatrists were brought to the college, over a dozen of the world's top child behavior specialists from countries all over the world: to do a study on the "training of a feral child" and to make "attempts to intergrade a feral child into modern American society". They called me an anomaly and a "once in a hundred years chance of a lifetime study subject".

Four of them predicted I would: never drive a car, never learn to talk, never make a single friend, never learn to interact with Humans, never learn to eat with a fork, and never learn  math. 

I became the "test subject" of more then a dozen "feral child studied" which lasted my entire time at college, and ended abruptly November 14, 2013, when a mystery woman who identified herself as "Claire" attacked with a golf club, murdering my baby and leaving me with a broken spine and paralyzed legs.

Even before I became bedridden in 2013, I could not walk unaided. My hip was stabbed with a foundation rod, that was driven through my right hip and out my left thigh. My Uncle Bruce did that when I was 4 years old. I've struggled to even stand, let alone walk, since I was FOUR years old. So being crippled, unable to walk, was not new. But my whole life, it was my hips, and now it is my spine, and a severed nerve bundle in my spinal column.

Since November 2013 I have been bedridden, and the ONLY way you can talk to me or see me is to visit me, visit my bed.

I can not see.

I can not talk.

I can not walk.

Since 2013 I am out of bed fewer then 2 hours a day. 

And NO ONE... not ONE SINGLE PERSON, ever visited me since 2013, or before.

The ONLY people who arrive are the ones who stand in the driveway and on the porch and yell obscenities and hate slurs from the street... and they are too far away for me to see them, and they are too far away for them to hear my whisper if I tried to talk, which I don't. Plus, I can not sit up, it takes well over an hour for me to sit up in my bed, so by the time I am sitting up, they are gone.

So, anyone telling you I have seen them, spoken with them, yelled at them, interacted with them, at ANY point prior to 1983... when I was locked in that cage ... is lying to you. Because since 1983, NO ONE but my husband Benjamin Kitchle Wildes, my grandmother Eva Viola Atwater, and my uncles Bruce, Dickie, & David, and my aunt Barbara has EVER underreacted with me at all. And the only interactions from Brice, David, Dickie, and Barbara was to electrocute me for the fun of watching me pass out, stabbing me with broken glass again for th e fun of it, and beating me with cinder block bricks because breaking the bones of children is funny according to them.

From October 2010 to November 2013, ar the ONLY three years of my life where I ever went outside and had interaction with Humans, and I was seen as so UN-human that 90% of my Human interactions was with psychiatrists who were giddy piss pants excited to have "a real live feral child oh boy!" to study.

So ANYONE telling you they have ever had ANY form of interactions with me EVER in my ENTIRE LIFE, if lying to you, because those interactions I just listed are the ONLY ones that have EVER happened. PERIOD.

You ask how I can remember everything everyone has ever done and said? Easy? Because so FEW people have ever done or said ANYTHING AT ALL, that it makes it each to remember EVERY ONE of them, for the very simple fact that there is literally not one other thing in my life to remember.

More then 99% of the hours of my life have been spent ALONE, in total darkness, in a cage, or alone, bed ridden in a bed, with no one saying ANYTHING to me, no one EVER interacting with me at all... and with fewer then two hundred total interactions with a Human in my ENTIRE LIFE, I am easily able to remember every single one of them.

Two days is the 10 year anniversary of the murder of my 8 month old son. The killer has not been found yet. Old Orchard Beach, Maine Police at 207-935-4911 and Portland Maine FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 are investigating the murder of my son so, if you have any information, please give it to them. https://www.eelkat.com/Never-Forget.html 

If you ever made fun of or had any part in the murder of my son, your child shall die an equally horrible death. If you haven't got a child to lose, it will be a brother or sister or parents or spouse or whomever you love the most, and that you should know it was this curse which you brought upon yourself that killed them, they will die on exactly the 7 year anniversary of the very first time, you mocked the death of my child.

Where wee you on your 10th birthday?
I was here:

I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.

Where wee you on your 20th birthday?
I was here:

Where wee you on your 30th birthday?
I was here:

I was looked in this "room" in Old Orchard Beach, Maine for 27 years. From the time I was 8 years old, until I was 31... I escaped in 2010. That's why in 2013 these same people murdered my 8 month old son and crippled me, and drove a backhoe over my house. To punish me for escaping this room.

You never saw the room Ben and my mother kept me locked in for 27 years from the time I was 8 years old, the one Etiole used to break me out of? Well here you go, photos of it from the 2007 FBI and police reports, THIS is the "room", my mother designed it, my father built it, Bruce hired the priests of the Cape Elizabeth, Saco, and Sanford ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to rape me in it... from the time i was 8 until 12, when Ben aka the High Priest came along and declared I was his and from the time i was 12 until 31 Ben kept me in this room only allowing me out on Sundays to attend church. still wonder why I hate the Atwaters? When I was 37 years old the FBI showed up and started the investigation into the trafficking ring the Atwaters ran out of 37 Smithwheel Road and 144 Portland Ave, Maine, this room was a pivotal piece of evidence that was roped off and no one allowed in it because of the FBI investigation... that's why the backhoe that ran over this room August 8, 2013 is such a very big importance... THIS room is what the backhoe was trying to hide. Look close at the floor, you can see the bones of the children who didn't survive.

I'm a survivor of adults who thought selling children to priests was a good income and this room was the biggest piece of evidence the FBI had until the backhoe drove over the house and carried off the remained, doing the biggest tampering of evidence of a fucking murder investigation ... that's WHY the backhoe drove over the house, because the Atwaters were desperate to hide the evidence of this rooms existence, and that's WHY they started the alien abduction hoax about me and Etiole because they thought if they destroyed the room and gaslighted me by spread alien abduction rumors, they thought they could convince everyone i was crazy for saying i was locked in this room for 27 years... but they didn't know before they did that, that the FBI had already been in the room and has HUNDREDS of photos of every inch of it. It was not the only place like this. These Atwater run child trafficking "rooms" have been found in twenty-one states. The FBI has shut down 14 of these child trafficking rings run by the Atwaters. If you support the Atwaters in any way, THIS is what you are supporting. When you send money to an Atwater run fund raiser, you funding building more rooms like this one. That's what they do with your hard earned money. Rooms like this, where small children, are raped and starved. And because the children have no birth records, no ID, they live and die without a paper trail. They exist to be raped daily, until they have their first period and risk getting pregnant, and they the room is locked not to be opened again, until they starve to death. Most die before their 12th birthday.

I'm a survivor, and I survived because of Etiole, because while HUNDREDS of people in Old Orchard Beach, Maine knew of this room, used this room, he was the only person with the moral decency to be horrified by this room and try to stand up to the Atwaters, and try the help the children. He used to break in and try to rescue me. Took me out into the swamps of the Ross Forest. But the Atwaters always found me and took me back.

To discredit me, when I was 14 years old, and escaped to the local police and tried to get help, the Atwaters made up a terrible story: they lied to the police. They told the police, there was no room, and Etiole was a figment of my imagination, they called him a demon at first, and later they called him an alien. The Atwaters spread a horrific lie, telling people that I was an alien abductee. And depending on WHICH Atwater you talked to the story changed wildly: sometimes Etiole was a evil spirit, other times a cryptid, other times a demon, but most often "The Amphibious Alien". 

We had a neighbor back in the 1970s, his name was Stephen King, he wrote about us. My Gypsy family, my car, me, and Etiole. He filmed two movies on our farm, but never once tried to help the children he wrote about. He never tried to help us children, even though his books and movies today exist as evidence that he was well aware of this room and Etiole. Instead, he profited off of our pain and suffering, while 120 of those children were saw up and their bones dumped in the Goosefare Broke Ravine in the Reclaim Blueberry Plains of the Ross Forest of Old Orchard Beach, Maine... bones confiscated by the FBI in June 2016, which led to the arrest of many of the child traffickers at 37 Smithwheel Rod, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, that same year. 

Meanwhile The Atwaters continued to spread their lies about me and Etile, contacting hundreds of alien and UFO and cryptid organizations telling them I was abducted by aliens and Etiole was that alien. Only I have no clue what they were doing and I had never heard of the concept of aliens or cryptids or UFOs, and so I had no clue what MUFON and the UFO nuts were talking about, when they showed up on my farm to interview me and try to catch Etiole, calling him an EBE.

There are no aliens.

There are no demons.

There are no evil spirits.

There are no haunted cars.

There was just this room, and the children raped by Mormon priests... Mormon Priests, known as The Atwaters... Mormon Priests who invented the urban myth of a haunted car and a child abducted by aliens, for one reason, and one reason only: to make the children crazy, if those children ever dared tell people about this room.

Rooms like the one at 144 Portland Ave, 146 Portland Ave, and 37 Smithwheel Road, exist all over the State of Maine, and the 3 the FBI shut down in Old Orchard Beach, ran from the 1950s until 2016. I was put in this room in 1983. That's why I have no knowledge of any world event, any movie, and TV show, and books, anything that occurred between 1983 and 2010.

ALL of the children who survived these rooms, ALL of them, have been slandered the same way the Atwaters slandered me and Etiole. Each with stories of aliens and demons. Thirty-one of those survivors, have commit suicide, all who escaped, killed themselves within 3 years because of the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about them, alien abduction lies that are no different then the alien abduction lies the Atwaters spread about me and Etiole.

Yes, I am EelKat, Etiole’s friend, but I don’t know why you call me that, because it’s the other way around. He was my friend. He was my ONLY friend. He was the only person in this godforsaken town of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, who did not value money or sex over the lives of children.

There are ONE group of people who call me an alien abductee. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call me an alien abductee, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls me an alien abductee, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.

I am not an alien abductee and I never claimed to be, and if anyone ever told you I was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.

There are ONE group of people who call Etiole an alien. The Atwaters and their evil, child raping church group. They call him an alien, simple as a gaslighting method, of trying to make me sound crazy, when I was 8 years old said an old man broke into the room and took me into the swamps; they call him an alien so you won’t look at what they are doing to children. They try to make all the children they torture look crazy, so that no one will believe the child when child tells an adult about the rooms or the rape. Trust NO ONE who calls Etiole an alien, because THEY are involved in a very big child trafficking ring.

Etiole is not an alien and I never said he was, and if anyone ever told you he was, you should look at them with suspicion and ask what they did, that they are trying to make you look somewhere else, to not see what they are doing.

He is a local homeless French Jewish man, whom I let sleep in my car on rainy nights so that he can stay dry. Retarded locals think he is a demon or alien or whatever else they call him, because he is covered in scars and burns and Kabalic tattoos and number tattoos from being a concentration camp survivor from WW2.

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE. These videos where filmed in 2022

As you can see from the videos, this homeless man whom my sick jackass Uncle Bruce has spent DECADES harassing, has NOTHING, he LITERALLY is living in a hole he dug with his fingernails, in the sand under a fallen tree, and you can see from these videos WHY I let him sleep in my car, and WHY the shit heads of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Maine who are harassing this homeless man, calling him a cryptid, calling him an alien, calling him an evil spirit, are scumbag pieces of shit who don't deserve the life god gave them.

The Atwaters and their church group are evil, and if you believe their lies about me or Etiole, then you've fallen for their scam, just like they wanted you to do.

There is right now, in October of 2023, a group of people actively going to houses, store, bars, and restaurants throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach, randomly approaching total strangers and and saying "Have you heard about EelKat?" And then going on some spiel involving wild radical tales of demons, aliens, haunted cars, cats, about 40 people near as we can tell, led by an elderly white haired man who drives a dark green pick up truck and a very fat, extremely morbidly obese blond woman about late 30s/early 40s, who people in the area have dubbed "porch bitch" because she goes from porch to porch all over Biddeford screaming from strangers' porches to walkers on the sidewalk, always screaming "Have you head about EelKat?" usually referencing also my Volvo. The FBI believes these two to be the husband and daughter of the woman who murdered my son. If you know who the white haired man or "porch bitch" are, the FBI is actively seeking information about their identity.

I am legally blind, I have never seen either of these people, so I do not know what they look like, I only know what witnesses are telling me they looked like when they showed up at their homes. I also have Kannar's Syndrome, real and actual (non-verbal, low functioning) Autism (not to be confused with high functioning Aspergers; I am only able to communicate by typing, and so here I am, typing, so I am unable to verbally respond to what these people are telling me. I have agoraphobia so, it is often months between me setting foot outside, but I am crippled with a broken spine from the November 14, 2013 attack of the golf club woman who crippled me when she murdered me son and thus I also can not get out of bed or stand up unaided. I do not know who either porch bitch or the white haired man these people are telling me is approaching them are. My son's murderer whom also crippled me, she I can identify if she ever got close enough again, but these two people whom are suspected of being her husband and daughter, I have not seen and can not identify. When you come to me and tell me they have approached you, you do nothing useful or helpful. I can not take YOUR testimony to the police or FBI, because it is YOUR testimony, not mine. YOU have to tell the POLICE and FBI what these people did. Do not come to me and tell me, because other then post this message here, there is nothing else I can do with the information you have provided.

There is some speculation that porch bitch may in fact live in my apartment building here at 409 Main Street in Biddeford, but I have lived here since February 2019, and of the 9 other families here, only one of them has lived here longer than me. Between the 9 families in our building, there are more then people living in this building and to date, I have met none of them.

Initially I had tried to introduce myself to each family in this building however, they are white and I am not, they are Christians and I am Moron/Voodoo, and this Maine where hatred of all things not white and not Christian are at their worst in the entire country.

White hatred for us Gypsies is very bad here in Maine and many in my family have been beaten, tortured, and murdered by the white Christians of Maine.

Does porch bitch live in our building? I do not know. But many witnesses are now saying they have seen her going in and out of the building, so she either lives here or knows someone who does.

With the extreme anti-Gypsy animosity and anti-Pagan animosity the 9 families who live at 409 Main Street have shown my family since we moved in here on February 2019, I would not be at all surprised if porch bitch not only lived here but the others know it, know what she is doing to my family and are not reporting it to the police simply because, that's what white people do to us non-whites.

Interestingly, witnesses are saying they believe the white haired man with the big green Dodge Ram pickup truck, lives on Portland Ave, very near my farm.

It is deeply disturbing, if this is true, because that means porch bitch and the white haired man are doing very severe levels of stalking, because my family has lived at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach since the 1530s, we settled and founded the town, and in 2019 when I moved into this apartment in Biddeford, no one else lived in this building, other then the gay couple who are still here and the only ones here longer than me. And also in 2019, there was no white haired man living near me on Portland Ave. 

This means, the man suspected of being "Clair's husband and the woman suspected of being "Claire's" daughter, Claire being the name the woman who murdered my son, called herself, have moved in next door to BOTH of my addresses within the last 3 years.

Claire used a golf club to beat my 8 month old son's head in with. If you are protecting Claire, know that THAT is the sort of child murdering bitch you are defending.

Claire's identity is the one we want. We want to know who she is. In 2021 a homeless man showed up in my driveway, claiming he knew who Claire was... 2 days later he was dead on the train tracks and splattered across the back of my house, and 2 days after that, this porch bitch woman showed up. We don't know who any of these people are, not the homeless man, not porch bitch, not Claire. We only got the name Claire, because that's what the bald man with her,November 14, 2013, the day she murdered my son, that's what he called her, and she answered him to that name, like it was her real name.

The Claire who murdered my son, she's who we are looking for... and apparently we got really close in 2021, because that's when porch bitch showed up with her wild alien/demon/cat slander, and she's working over time spreading her slander as far and as wide as she can, making it damn clear, she's scared shitless of us finding out who Claire is.

So, NOW, the FBI is not just asking for information about Claire's identity, they now want the identity of both Biddeford's porch bitch and Old Orchard Beach's white haired elderly man driving the mega, big 2ton dark green Dodge Ram pick up.

These 2 people closing in on my family, DAYS after a witness came forward saying he knew who Claire was, a witness who died 2 days later, before the FBI agents had a chance to talk to him... this is terrifying for my family, and it's deeply disturbing.

Porch bitch and her friends are terrorizing my family. And less then a month ago they killed my dog Mickey. There is something wrong with these people. These are NOT good people.

This is very, very deeply disturbing.

This makes them, in addition to everything else: stalkers.

Keep in mind too, porch bitch is the woman who poisoned and killed my dog Mickey only a few weeks ago. And one week before she poisoned and killed my dog, Mickey, she showed up at PortCon 2023, with a gang of about 12 others, at Round 1 in the Maine Mall, and tried to kill me, by peeling back the cheese on my pizza and loading it up with onions, something I am deadly allergic to. I would have been dead within 15 minutes had I eaten it. Porch bitch is dangerous. And she wants me dead. And she thinks nothing of killing my pets. She's proven that much.

There are HUNDREDS of people throughout Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach contacting me, both online and in person offline, telling me that these people approached them at random. They appear to be hellbent on approaching every single person to set foot in either town, so if you are in Biddeford or Old Orchard Beach you'll likely encounter them sooner or later if you haven't already. They appear to have been doing this since around May 2021, but so far no one knows who they are.

One detail though: porch bitch, has been saying some very specific information about the murder that was NEVER made public, and is not in the police public access report, it's only in the FBI's classified report. The ONLY person who knows this detail is the murderer herself, and porch bitch is too young to be the murderer. The blond golf club woman who attacked me November 14, 2013, was in her late 60s to early 70s, she'd be in her late 70s or early 80s today. Porch bitch is young enough to be her daughter or granddaughter. But porch bitch has been saying information that ONLY the murderer would know, so porch bitch DOES have personal contact with my son's murderer and is probably dangerous herself.

She has information that was never released to the public. Information the police and fbi kept out of public access reports. Information that was kept classified so it could be used to identify the murderer. Information she could only get, from the murderer. She is using 27 Facebook accounts and over 100 Reddit accounts to post that information as far and wide as possible, while gathering up a large group from the Sanford ward church to go around Biddeford and Old Orchard Beach also spreading that classified information, while at the same time spreading the rumors and lies that I am an alien Abducted and Etiole is an alien, while also spreading rumors of my cars being haunted, while also making hundreds of deep fake videos on YouTube about me and my cars and Etiole. She is orchestrating a huge defamation slander smear campaign, which you have seen some of the videos about me and my car. Fbi believes she is the daughter of the golf club bitch who murdered my baby and is doing this because Tod Murphy told the FBI his mother was bragging to be the golf club woman. Porch bitch showed up same time Tod Murphy did, in fall of 2021. The Sanford ward people joined her around May 2022. Fbi is currently investigating every one connected to the Sandford ward, and they now believe the golf club woman to have been a member in 2013. You don't have full details of what porch bitch is doing, who is helping her, and how alarmingly large scale what she is doing is, simply because I can not give you full details. There is a lot of information about porch bitch and her crew that I've not said, things the FBI and police are aware of, and you the general public, don't need to be aware of.

These people are actively and deliberately making a massive attempt to compromise an FBI murder investigation, alongside huge levels of victim shaming.

Porch bitch clearly knows who the murderer is, and the FBI is looking for ANY information you have that leads to identifying porch bitch, because arresting porch bitch, is right now, the #1 best chance of also finding and arresting my son's killer.

If you have any information about any of these events, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

Never forget: my son was murdered. That's what they want you to forget. They make up crazy rumors and lies because they want you to think about something, anything OTHER then my son's murder. And the ONLY person with THAT motive, is the golf club wielding blond woman, and anyone who is trying to cover up her crimes.

They want you to forget my son was murdered.

Clearly porch bitch is scared shitless that the killer, someone she knows, will be arrested soon, or she wouldn't be so hyper vigilant in her mega extreme slander campaign going on in Biddeford, Maine right now.

Beware of ANYONE who calls Etiole an alien, for he is not an alien and they are lying to you about him, as a slight of hand means of misdirection, to turn you away from seeing their own crimes.

Beware of anyone who tells you I believe in aliens, for I do not, and they are lying to you in a gaslighting technique meant to keep you from noticing the crimes they commited.

Trust no one who tells you I cast curses or consort with demons, for I do neither, and they say these things to you out of malicious motives, to make you look at anything other than themselves. They don't want you to see the sins they do, so they spread wild and bizarre rumors about me and an elderly homeless veteran, in a magicians pallor trick of misdirection. They use me and Etiole as their smoke and mirrors, so that you are looking the other way, while they get away with heinous crimes.

Beware of anyone who calls me a witch, for I am a Mormon, 5th generation, and we Mormons do not believe in witchcraft.

I need not tell you their names, for by their own actions, they will reveal themselves to you.

Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat... because remember too, my name is not EelKat. My name is Wendy Christine Allen. EelKat is a fictional character, a talking back fairy cat, from a Space Fantasy novel. Miss Citten The Eel Kat is Empress of Planet Ptarmagin and she travels to distant galaxies in a star ship, collecting deep space eels from other planets, her name is unpronounceable, so people call her "The Eel Kat" because she is the cat who has pet eels. The book was titled "Friends Are Forever" and it was published in 1978. You have to be severely mentally disabled in order to think that a talking space cat from a Fantasy novel is real, let alone be crazy enough to think that the author is that character. The very fact alone that porch bitch refers to ME as EelKat, that alone tells you the deeply disturbed fantasy prone mental case we are dealing with her. Her inability to discern fiction from reality, and he belief that I, a real person, an EelKat, a fictional space cat from a novel, or her belief that a local homeless veteran, is an alien, or her belief that my Dodge or my Volvo are demon possessed, that alone tells you what type of incredibly dangerous psychopath porch bitch really is. 

You can see video footage of his living conditions:

HERE

and HERE

and HERE.

THAT is the homeless veteran, this woman is calling an alien or a demon, depending on which delusion she is babble that day. THAT is Etoile. THAT is how he lives. THAT is who this deplorable woman is harassing.

Pay very close attention to anyone who approaches you to "warn you" about EelKat or otherwise tries to convince you I have anything to do with aliens, demons, curses, or witches, for they are deceiving you, and they do so, to draw your attention away from themselves. 

Never forget, my son was murdered on November 14, 2013, and the killer still walks free, and anyone telling you anything about aliens, demons, curses, or witches, has one goal and one goal only: a flagrant attempt to discredit me, and protect my son's murderer.

They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.

The FBI is looking for my son's killer AND the identity of the people who are trying to hinder their investigation.

If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is an alien CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered.

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in aliens CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about aliens to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If anyone approaches you and tells you Etiole is a demon CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322 

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I believe in demons CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about demons to make you forget my son was murdered.

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I cast curses CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about curses to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

If anyone approaches you and tells you that I am a witch CALL FBI Agent Andy Drewer and tell him who they are. They ONLY want you to think about witches to make you forget my son was murdered. 

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.

They want you to forget my son was murdered.

NEVER FORGET!

Never forget, November 14, 2023 will be the 10 year anniversary of the November 14, 2013 murder of my 8 month old infant son, at BugLight Lighthouse Art Studio of Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, Maine. If you have any information about who his killer is, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207-774-9322

They are going out of their way to try to make you forget my son died, by coming up with ludicrous tales of aliens and demons. And the ONLY person with ANY motive to do that, is the blond woman who murdered my son.

NEVER FORGET!