This week we should be celebrating the 9th birthday of my son.
Instead we are celebrating the 9th anniversary since his murder.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
November 14, 2013 10PM @ Southern Maine Community College Art Studio Bug-Light Parking Lot: 3 strangers armed with golf clubs, attacked me from behind while I was loading bags into the backseat of my car. They were a blond woman 60s-ish whom the others called "Claire", a natural red-haired woman also 60sish who called herself "Kendra", and a bald man, football player-body-type-build in his 30sish. I was 8 months pregnant. They murdered my baby, ruptured 3 discs in my spine, shattered 3 vertebra, broke my pelvis, hips, and knees. I was paralyzed for 5 months and was 18 months relearning to walk. The nerve damage has left me with limited use of my hands, legs, bladder, and intestines.
On top of that, they have also taken to harassing the baby's father, a disfigured, homeless, WW2 veteran, whom they call "Etoile". They spread hateful rumours about him claiming he is a cryptid, a demon, or most often what they term "an amphibious alien". He lives in pine branch lean-toos he builds in Old Orchard Beach and Ocean Park, and they have been hunting the locations of them, tearing them down, and smashing up his belongings.
April 10, 2015 1PM at 146 Portland Ave Old Orchard Beach Maine a gang of estimated 74 people, some of them wearing ku klux klan robes, invaded my farm, used a Blow Brothers sewage truck to pump 500+gallons of sewage into my motorhome flooding it to over the kitchen counters deep, ripped out all the cabinets and built in furniture, while 14 men armed with guns, held my family down on the ice and snow, with guns to our heads, and used cinder block bricks and a metal pole with metal wire loops to beat and behead 10 of my 12 foster children (the youngest age 4, the oldest age 16). May 15, 2015 they returned and nailed their heads to my front door. The 3 people of the November 14, 2013 attack were among the group.
September 12, 2015, 9AM a dozen+ of these same people arrived again in my driveway at 146, this time chanting: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach. Kill of be killed. Remember Saco Shaw's, Transgender Murder Store, kill the transvestites before they kill us all", one white haired man in a dark green pick up truck was leading the herd, while waving a rifle over his head and shooting at me and my pink motorhome, he shot several holes through my neighbour's shed. The crowd was accusing me of being a male-to-female "transgender terrorist" (they thought I was Muslim because I wear Catholic veiling).
June 26, 2016, the same 2 women of the first 2 attacks, arrived at my Scarborough WalMart workplace, and in a near repeat of the first attack, again while I was leaned over the back seat of my car putting bags in, this time they attacked with a chopping cart, re-injuring my spine, hip, and pelvis that was not yet fully healed from the first attack. The blond "Claire" woman was screaming "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband!" while the redhead screamed "I'm Kendra Silvermander it's my turn the shine!" They sped away in a early2000s-vintage gold Volvo SUV station wagon. This attack left me permanently crippled, and bedridden from 2016 until May 2022.
November 21, 2021: They shot "Etiole" in Biddeford, while he was staying at the tent-shanty-village with about 50 other homeless people along the Saco River in Biddeford. They made the claim he was a "suicide demon" citing that he was driving locals to suicide by putting "evil eye curses" on them.
These people murdered my baby, attempted to murder the baby's father, drove a backhoe over our house, and left me crippled for the rest of my life in their attempt to murder me.
I do not know who these people are. I never saw them before these attacks, and I've not seen them outside of these attacks. The police and FBI believe I was not the intended target, and that they were likely after my mother because of posts she makes on FaceBook and got us mixed up. The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police and the FBI are seeking information leading to their identity and arrest.
These people who show up to vandalize, while they scream about aliens and demons and Etiole, prove how retarded they are by their own words.
Why?
Because only a retarded person believes in aliens.
Because only a retarded person believes in ufos.
Because only a retarded person believes in demons.
Because only a retarded person believes in ghosts.
Because only a retarded person believes in haunted cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in demon possessed cars.
Because only a retarded person believes in alien abduction.
The inbred insect locals of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine are too damned retarded to know how much of a fool they make themselves look when they run around calling my cars demon possessed, calling my husband an alien, and calling me an alien abductee.
More Info @ eelkat.com
Long detailed info on the over 200 attacks they have done between June 2001 and May 2022, including photos of them driving a backhoe over our house on August 8, 2013 and the details of the malicious "amphibious alien" rumour they have been spreading about a local homeless disabled veteran @
https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Images:
July 4th 2013: my car in front of my house.
August 8, 2013: me getting home from work to find a backhoe sitting on top of my house.
The FBI already found the people with the backhoe incident, and learned that the backhoe driver was paid $600 and given a fake demolition paper, the paper stating one of my relatives (the one who paid him the $600) owned my land. The backhoe driver was unaware that the man he was dealing with was not the owner. I have lived at 146 Portland Ave since 1975 and have owned the land since 1983, it has never been owned by anyone else, even though we have now learned that both my mother and my father and 3 of my uncles had been actively going around Old Orchard Beach claiming they owned my land.
This happened 3 months before my son was murdered and the police and FBI believe my son was murdered BECAUSE of this picture being posted on FaceBook, and my mother making inciting/inflammatory posts about it on HER FaceBook, where she falsely accused me of being a witch. The FBI and OOB police believe the golf club wielding woman of November 14, 2013, is somehow connected to the backhoe driving over my house incident.
Since the murder, 3 other different backhoes have invading my land to dig up my yard, looking for the grave of my son. There is a family cemetery on my land, the stones dating mostly in the 1500s and 1600s, with a few from the past hundred years, the most recent being my son in 2013. 146 Portland Ave has belonged to my family since 1530, and I inherited it in 1983 from my grandmother Helen Ricker Allen. The most recent backhoe attack happened September 19, 2020, when they illegally cut down several trees in my yard, and started construction of a road through my yard between my pink 1975 Dodge Sportsman motorhome and BackElder Brooke, again the backhoe digging up and destroying large portions of my farm, in their search for my murdered son's grave. They dug up 16 of the graves in this attack.
We have had to remove the grave markers from the family grave in order to stop these vandals and their illegally trespassing construction equipment from destroying the graves.
The FBI believes these construction crews are being hired by the golf club wielding women, and believe she is trying to destroy the grave of my son, due to a fear of his golf club smashed skull being used as court evidence against her.
The most recent attacks by these people occurred November 21, 2021 and March 27, 2022 when they attacked my painted Volvo while it was parked at my dad's apartment in Biddeford, both times the vandals also cut all the wires to electricity, internet, and cable off the apartment building, effecting all 9 families living there.
The Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford Police Departments as well as the Portland FBI are seeking any information regarding any and all of these attacks on my family, my home, my land, or my cars.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
And no... to those who asked... the FBI is not looking for info on the 4-door white truck driver... the FBI has ALREADY ARRESTED the driver and owner of the 4-door white truck - 2 different people. The 4-door white truck was owned by Old Orchard Beach Town Hall clerk and Old Orchard Beach Police Department Dispather Kathy Smith, Relief Society President of the Saco Ward of the Agusta Stake Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. Her son was the driver. They were both arrested and sentenced in 2017, and were also both excommunicated from the Mormon church as a result of their MANY hate crimes, which included but were not limited to the 4 door white truck attacks of 2013 to 2016.
Yes. A LOT of arrests have already been made. Do keep in mind the April 10, 2015 attack involved 74 people who were wearing Ku Klux Klan style white robes and pillow cases over their heads (which is how you can tell they were not real, actual Ku Klux Klan members as the REAL Ku Klux Klan wear miters on their heads, NOT pillow cases). There are in total MORE THEN 74 people actively being hunted down by twenty-one different Maine police departments, the Maine state police, the Florida State police, the Connecticut State police, and the FBI.
Since the backhoe attack of August 8, 2013, there have been a whooping 24 arrests JUST IN TWO CHURCHES:
The Saco Ward of the Augusta Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints
and
The Sanford Ward of the Exeter Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later Day Saints.
There have been additional arrests at the following three churches which all have the same owner:
Grace Point in Biddeford
New Life (aka That Church in front of WalMart) in Biddeford
and
Curtis Lake Church in Sanford
Due to the alarmingly high rate of arrests and prison sentences made at these 5 churches, the police and FBI have focused the bulk of their investigation on all members of these five congregations, with the bulk of the investigation being on the two Mormon churches and all friends, family, and relatives of the members of those five churches, as it is believed that ALL people involved in the murder and 20+ years of harassment of my family, are all members of these 5 churches and or friends, family, and relatives of these five churches.
To date, 64 of the 74 suspected white hood wearers of April 10, 2015, have commit suidice, four of which when killing themselves, also killed 5 or more members of their families with them at the same time. One of them was Old Orchard Beach Police officer Bruce Savoy, who killed his entire family and then himself.
The police and FBI believe there is a suicide pact between the 74 attackers who arrived April 10, 2015 on my farm at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... as 64 of them have now commit suicide, between 2015 and 2023.
Additionally, Agent Andy Drewer was NOT the original FBI agent heading the case. Laura was. FBI agent Laura was murdered February 6, 2021, during her attempt to arrest a murder suspect who was in Florida at the time he murdered her. So in addition to murdering my son, these people have now also murdered an FBI agent.
People around local, seem to forget that what happened April 10, 2015, was not some local hick beating up one person... this was a large PREMEDITATIED ORGANIZED EVENT which drew in a CROWD of WELL OVER ONE HUNDRED PEOPLE to activly participate in beating to deth and beheading ten children, the oldest being aged 16 and the youngest being aged just 4 years old.
What the people of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, Maine did was monstrous on levels of extreemes.
And then when the FBI agents tried to arrest these people, they ganged up again on February 6, 2021 and murdered, not one, but THREE FBI agents.
This is an organized terrorist group that is activly killing people here in Maine.... and this Claire woman that murdered my baby, the one the FBI believes is the ring leader who has been organizing these events.... and when I say events... I was NOT the first family attacked.
According to the FBI, the April 10, 2015 attack was the ELEVENTH such attack to happen on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine since June 2001.
And since the April 10, 2015 attack on my family, this VERY LARGE hate group has repeated this even seven more times, to seven more families all on just one street, all on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine... in total, this extremist fanatical Christian hate group has murdered more then 120 CHILDREN, just on our one street alone.
And in every case, the grand of white hood wearers was chanting the same mantra: "Too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach, kill or be killed, remember Saco Shaws".
This terrorist group is murdering anyone on Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, whom they believe of being gay or transgender, whether or not they are gay or transgender.
These people are beyond evil. And this Claire woman is their leader, and she's the one the FBI wants.
If you have any information, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I have a weird text message… from the woman, a relative who looks enough like me to pass for my twin…from the women, who keeps pretending to be me, the one who lat Aprile pretended to be me and tried to sell my land, the one who in 2007 pretended to be me and hired a guy with a backhoe to dig holes in my land under the guise of putting in a septic system that I never ordered… the woman who in 2013 hired the same back hoe to drive over my house…
the woman the FBI suspects of being the one who hired the golf club woman also in 2013 to cripple me nd murder my baby… the same woman who was in my yard April 10, 2015 again pretending to be me when she locked her cats in my motorhome, the same woman who took out 27 credit cards in my name and ran them each up to $20k max, me, who’s never had a credit card in my life because I can’t count or do math so also can’t do money or numbers, …. The same woman who creates several online accounts pretending to be me on those… that woman… just sent me a text message, wants me to go with her to Bug Light lighthouse tomorrow…
Uhm… Bug Light lighthouse art studio is where I was November 14, 2013, when the Claire and Kendra women broke my spine with a gold club… so, why does this woman who has a 50 year history of impersonating me… the woman who convinced half of Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford that she owned my land, and has half the locals convinced that SHE and not ME, is me… she, suddenly wants me to met with her at the exact location where the blond Claire and red haired Kendra women - whom the FBI are still trying to find out the identity of - crippled me 9 years ago… and she won’t tell me why.
Well, at the moment I am recovering from, a broken pelvis, so, I can’t get out of bed, I haven’t been able to get out of bed since December, it’s not February. So, even if I would meet up with her, which I wouldn’t, right now, I can’t anyways.
She’s an Atwater… yes, the sister of Bruce Atwater… you remember him, he’s the one who was a member of Heaven’s Gate, and is so obsessed with aliens, that he and her, she helped him by pretending to be me, yet again… went around with the whole “amphibious aliens” rumors, making the claim I was abducted by aliens, calling my husband Ben Wildes, an aliens, dubbing him Etiole… he is by the way, the guy you see walking my dog with me in Biddeford… so, yeah you locals have met and talked to “Etiole” quite frequently, he attends the Saco Ward Church or Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, and spent 48 years as the High Preist Quarum Leader of the Sandford Ward of the Church of Jesus Christ of atter Day saists, he left the Mormon church in May 2015, after our children were murdered… thhey were kidnapped April 10, 2015, the same day the impersonator bitch locked her ten cats in my motorhome and tried to pretend they were mine, called the police, the police, Will Watson specifically, took her cats, and did not arrest me, because, they weren’t my cats… then she spent the past 9 years running around saying they were my cats and because it happened the same day, she also tries to convince people that mychildren never existed and that her cats are my children… what the fuck? She’s a raving lunatic.
She’s the one who who runs around screaming “Mark and Dan this and Mark and Dan that” and I don’t know who the fuck her Mark or her Dan are, however, the psychotic gun totoing white haired man with a green pickup truck, regularly arrives in my driveway to yell at me a, claiming he’s Mark, while saying I’m deframing him, and I don’t know who the hell he is… but apparently, he’s the Mark she keeps talking about, and she’s fighting with him while claiming to be me, so now, he’s mad at me because of something she said, but I don’t even know who the hell he is or what he’s talking about.
This is the same woman who ran around cutting the internet and electric wires off my Biddeford apartment building in 2021, while screaming about Tod Murphy, and I still don’t know who Todd Muruphrey is yet… except she and her friends claim he was hit by an Amtrak train Nov 21, 2021 at 10PM, and you can check the police records, no one was hit by a train that day… However, as you all saw on my dog walking livestream on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27pm, 4 women on bikes chased a homeless man on the the freight train tracks a quarter mile away from the Amtrak train tracks… I have it on video and I’m the one who called the police. Apparently, that’s the train accident she was talking about, be she had all the dates and times and names wrong, AND, for a full 8 months after that, I had to deal with her Atwater hoodlums and their friend vandalizing my car… they did more then $10k in damages, which yes, that why I don’t have my car again, in case you hadn’t noticed a 40 year old antique car is rather difficult to find parts for.
This woman… the one who does all of these things… oh yeah, by the way, you remember the woman who cut my 1964 Dodge 330 in half on May 9, 2010… yeah… same damn woman… and the same woman who took a fucking sledge hammer to my 1974 AMC Gremlin… that woman, the same one woman who has done ALL of these things… just sent me a text, wanting me to meet her at Bug Light lighthouse, where her Claire and Kendra buddies crippled me and murdered my baby 9 years ago.
No!
Fucking no!
Why can’t this bitch leave me and my family alone!
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HER!!!
Bug Light? Really? The location where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life?
Really. She wants me to meet her at Bug Light Lighthouse.
Why?
I don't know.
She won't tell me. It's all a big secret.
Everything's always a big secret with the Atwaters. Because everything has to be a secret with criminals. If their crimes get found out, they end up in jail. That's how criminal thugs operate. In secret. So she she can't do anything without it being some big grand secret.
Why do you want me to meet you at BugLight, the lcation where my baby was murdered?
It's a secret, I can't tell you, you just have to come and find out.
No.
For one thing my car is not here, because oh, fucking Atwater scum bags vandalized it.
For another thing, I have a broken pelvis, I have been able to get out of bed since a week before Christmas 2022.
This is the 3rd time my pelvis has rebroken, since it was originally broken by the golf club weilding Claire bitch at... oh, BugLight lighthouse!
This is the same woman and her Mark simp from the day the police showed up at my Biddeford apartment to ask:
Police: "You're EelKat, right?"
Me: "No, that's what people call me though. EelKats a fictional character from my books."
Police: "This is Biddeford, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Police: "And I'm standing here in Biddeford right now, talking to you, right?"
Me: "Uhm? Yeah?"
Officer starts talking in his phone to officers Will and Robby of Old Orchard Beach Police Department: "Yeah, she's right here with me, I'm talking to her right now. Got her Autism car here and everything."
Will and Robbie: "Yeah, that's what I been saying. This isn't her."
Me: "What's going on?"
Police: "Wolfboy is trespassing on your property again…"
Me: "Wolfboy? Who's Wolfboy?"
Police: "Mark. We call him Wolfboy. He calls 911 a few dozen times a day. Constant false complaints about every one. Boy who cries wolf you know."
Me: "Who's Mark? I don't know anyone named Mark."
Police: "Town busy body. Gossips and complains about every one. He's a real pain in the ass. Pardon my French. Can't leave anyone alone."
Me: "Why is he in my yard?"
Police: "Citizens arrest. Says he's arresting you."
Me: "Me?"
Police: "Yeah. He's got some bogus court documents that say you are not allowed on your own property because you're gay."
Me: "I'm gay? How am I gay?"
Police: "Yeah. Well Wolfboy thinks everybody is gay. He's waiting for the gaypocalypse, you know?"
Me: "What's the gaypocalypse?"
Police: "He thinks us guys are going to mass murder all the Christians. We have to deal with his fake 911 calls reporting us gaaaaaayz all the time."
Me: "I take it you're gay?"
Police: "Ahyap, several of us on the department. We don't like jerks like Wolfboy. He harasses people like you all the time."
Me: "Like me?"
Police: "Disabled. He targets disabled women. Thinks it makes him a man. You might not remember me. I was the one who came with the ambulance. You know? I knew you were laid up in bed here and couldn't be in Old Orchard right now, seeing how you can't walk, let alone drive."
Me: "And you said he's in my yard right now?"
Police: "Yep. He says you hired him to dig a septic tank."
Me: "I what?"
Police: "Yeah, we know. We checked. It wasn't you. We got this woman who's impersonating you. She's the one he's trying to arrest right now. She hired him to dig a hole in your front lawn. She says she's EelKat. That's why I'm here, to make sure you are here in Biddeford and not in Old Orchard Beach, right now. Buddy Will and Robbie are dealing with it."
Me: "Why is there anyone in my yard? There should never be anyone in my yard!"
Police: "Yep, we know. Wolfboy and crew do this sort of thing every day. You have no idea how often we have to deal with his crew of chronic 911 false report complainers. Whole family's crazy."
Me: "So, you're telling me there are two people in Old Orchard, right now, on my land, fighting over my land, and one of them is claiming to be me?"
Police: "Yeah, that's the deal."
Me: "He says I hired him to build a septic tank?"
Police: "Yep."
Me: "Do I look like I can afford to have a septic tank built? I have twenty million in medical bills. I can't even walk! What would I even do with a septic system, my bladder and intestines don't work, I wear adult diapers because I can't even use a toilet! Why would I of all people have a septic tank put in?"
Police: "Yeah. I know. I don't think Wolfboy and crew know how crippled you are. That's why we knew whoever he had in your yard, wasn't you. I also, don't think he's ever met you. We showed him a picture of you, and he swears that it wasn't you. We showed him a picture of *name removed* and he says that's you."
Me: "She's not me."
Police: "We know."
Me: "She's been after my land for decades. Was trying to get it aways from Grammy Helen, before I inherited it."
Police: "Oh, we know. Police reports from your Helen Ricker go all the way back to the 60s. They been after the Ricker farm since before you was born. Wolfboy's bitten off more than he can chew this time. He don't know who he's dealing with. He never should have gotten messed up with the Bacon Street Gang."
Me: "Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "Ahyep. That's who Wolfboy has got tangled up with."
Me: "Who's the Bacon Street Gang?"
Police: "A gang. Think of them as kind of like the local Mafia, only worse. Most of them are doing time for murder. A few of them are out now. I don't think Wolfboy knows that's who he's dealing with any more than he knows who you are. He wouldn't be down there right now claiming she's you if he'd ever actually met you face to face."
That woman and that Mark, are the ones behind most of the rumors and misinformation spread about me.
The woman I know. She's a relative, with a long list of mental health problems.
Her Mark buddy, that the local police call Wolfboy, I don't know. I've never seen him. Never met him as far as I know. Obviously he's some friend of hers, probably one of her exs as she has a lot of them. She's got a bad reputation for slutting around with married men and breaking up families.
But all these wild alien abduction, transgender, ufo, nutcase rumors that get spread about me, whenever I ask "Who told you that lie?" They always say it came from her, my Uncle Bruce, or some guy named Mark.
And clearly this Mark guy is talking about her, but he uses MY name when he does it, because he's convinced she is Me. It's incredibly obvious this Mark guy has never met me and has no clue he's being scammed by her. But it is incredibly annoying because, I'm the one who is crippled for the rest of my life because some blonde bitch named Claire beat me up with a golf club at Southern Maine Community College Bug Light Art Studio on November 14, 2013, while screaming "Kill or be killed, gotta kill the transvestite freaks before they kill us all!" I was 8 months pregnant. That mystery Claire bitch not only left me crippled, she also murdered my baby. Why? Because this mystery Mark guy runs around calling me transgender and gay even though I'm not trans or gay. And he's only doing that because this nut job Atwater woman who pretends to be me, is after my land, so she runs around doing crazy ass shit while pretending to be me, in order to start the crazy ass rumors in the first place!
This Claire woman is the one the FBI is looking for information on. Because no one knows who the hell she is. She's just some random nut job who clawed out of the woodwork and showed up at college one day to attack me and kill me baby, while screaming utter insanity. The guy with her called her Claire, beyond that we've no clue who she is.
This Claire woman is the one wanted for murder, agitated assault, and owes me $20million in medical bills. If she's ever identified, she's also got life in prison for murder to look forward to.
No, I can not identify her: I am blind.
Did you forget I am blind? I've been blind my whole life.
I am legally blind. I can not see faces, not even if you are close to me. I can not make out the colour of skin because there is so little variation in colour from light to dark. I can only identify the attackers by their hair colour, because I am blind and can no see their faces. That is why I do not know who these people are. I'm blind. I've been blind since I was 8 years old. I can only identify people by their scent and the sound of their voice. Yes, the golf club woman attacked a blind pregnant women, and the FBI needs help to identify her because, I'm blind, I can only id her by the sound of her voice, and I've only encountered her twice...
November 14, 2013 when she crippled me with a golf club and murdered my babyat SMCC, and June 26, 2016 when she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarboror WalMart, she drove away in a gold volvo station wagon. The first time 2 people were with her and they called her Claire. The 2nd time only the red haired woman was with her, and she was screaming "My name is Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine!"
I do not know what the faces of wither the blond Claire who drove a gold volvo wagon or the redhair Kendra Silvermander are because I'm blind... I can see exactly 8 inches from my nose, I can't even see the ground to see my own feet. That's why the FBI is in need of witnesses to come forward and identify the 2 women who murdered my baby.
I'm blind, I don't know what they look like, I only know them by their voices.
If you have any information, about the Claire bitch who murdered my baby at BugLight Lighthouse on November 14, 2013, please call FBI Portland Office @ 207-774-9322
ask for Agent Andy Drewer.
I am severely disabled. I have been since November 14, 2013. I was paralyzed for 5 months. It took me 18 months to get out of a wheelchair. It's been 9 years and I'm still using a cane and walker to get around, but, after standing and walking for an hour or two, I collapse and have to be carried back to bed, where I end up staying for days, sometimes weeks, before I can attempt to stand up again.
And since that happened, there have been a lot of local rumores.
Plastic surgery reconstructed my face, but I noticeably don't look the same as I did for 40 years prior to becoming disabled. And this has led to a lot of local rumors... people call me a demon, or demon possessed, or an alien, or say I was abducted by aliens and that's why I look different.
Welcome to Maine, where the average person believes aliens and demons are real, and think nothing of driving a backhoe over my house, because im just a demon who deserves it, they vandalized my car repeatedly every few months I who am already disabled and severe difficultly getting out and to the store, have even less ability to get out when my car is in the shop for repairs months to a time, multiple times a year.
This is the reality of how we horrifyingly disabled people are treated, at least here in Maine.
Being attacked in the college parking lot by 3 strangers with golf clubs is what dramatically changed my appearance. Doctors, plastic surgeons, rebuilt my face as best as they could, and they did a very good job all things considering. My vertebrae are broken in such a way that my spinal column is severed and so I have almost no use of my left hand and arm, I have no control over my bladder or intestines so have to wear adult diapers. And Doctors can't operate on this injury because there is an 80% chance of me becoming paralyzed from the neck down if they even attempt surgery.
I have been sent to the top neurological surgeons in America and they've all said, they wouldn't dare take the risk of doing the surgery.
I have been 9 years, actively studying everything I can find on the subject of spine surgery. I follow every medical journal, hanging on every update, watching and waiting for the day, when surgery advances to the point that it is an option for me.
Interestingly, as a side effect of this, I started reading and watching Horror genre, something I did not previously do. Things like The Island of Dr Moreau have become my favorite books and movies. I'm not sure why. Perhaps it is because I can identify with the characters who have those radical body changing surgeries in those books and movies.
In short, I have become fully obsessed with studying all aspects of radical surgery, both real and fictional, in some sort of hope of finding, something, anything, that will help me walk again.
THIS is what this Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon did November 14, 2013... and made worse when she attacked the second time June 26, 2016.
The Claire woman with the gold Volvo station wagon, not only murdered my son, she completely destroyed my life, my health, my ability to function on even the most basic levels.
I can't walk, my baby is dead, there's a giant fucking hole in my yard that looks like a Moon crater, and I'm homeless because a fucking backhoe drove over my house.
And because I was paralyzed for 5 months, and spent 18 months relearning to walk, and still can't walk on my own now 9 years later, I also have $20million in medical bills, which is why I can't afford to rebuild my house.
In the meantime, some jackass with a green dump truck that has a black and silver striped nose, dumped hundreds of loads of garbage, actual literal black bags of garbage that he stole from the town dump, and dumped them in my yard. Do you know how much garbage he dumped in my yard? It was one hundred and seventy three feet long, thirty feet wide, and twelve feet tall… yes, the pile of garbage was 173 feet long, 30 feet wide, and 12 feet tall… and it cost me $12k March 2015 to have a garbage company come in and haul it away.
What the fuck?
And you know what the police said? They think this woman and her Mark buddy are having a fuel, but because she's convinced him that she is me, and he's never seen me, so he doesn't know she's not me, that the police think, he's the one doing all the harassing of me and my family, but he thinks he's harassing her and her family and doesn't know he's harassing the wrong people, because she gave him my address as her address.
So, I'm being harassed by some guy who is a total stranger to me, because he's mad at some psycho bitch who was pretending to be me.
And because of all this, I'm crippled for the rest of my life, my baby is dead, a backhoe drove over my house, and then on April 10, 2015 my 10 foster children were kidnapped, and then on May 15, 2025 there heads were nailed to the door of my big pink motor home. So, now not only am I homeless and crippled, but my family has been murdered as well, all because some bitch impersonated me spreading weird ass alien abduction lies, weird as transgender lies, and weird ass gay lies about me, because for some reason she thought that would get her my land, and in doing so, she passed off some guy who went psycho serial killer on me, while thinking he was attacking her.
Yeah.
And so, two criminal ass thugs are funding with each other, and now I'm homeless and crippled and my family is dead, and the FBI is here now, and according to them, me and my family was never the target, me and my family got attacked by mistake because at the start of all this, some ufo nut, thought it would be funny to impersonate me and try to make it look like I believed in aliens, because this whole thing started because of some phoney ass alien abduction ufo haunted car hoax started by my uncle Bruce back in the 1990s, because he was mad, that Stephen King filmed The Thinner movie on my land, and my uncle Bruce was mad that he didn't get to be in The Thinner movie.
All of this started because Stephen King filmed a movie in my yard almost 50 years ago, and an uncle of mine was jealous, so he had his sister, pretend to be me to start some crazy ass alien abduction rumors, her running around claiming she was me while claiming to be abducted by aliens, while dubbing my husband as "etiole" and "amphibious alien", because in their minds that was some kind of revenge porn for not being in a Stephen King movie, and they've spent almost 40 years running with their alien abduction hoax, adding more and more to it all time time, including to start calling me a transvestite... and then, these people who used to live in Utah, my uncle and his sister, come back here to Maine to run around spreading the alien and trans rumour on a local level around Old Orchard Beach and Biddeford, because, I have no ide why... they are just pure evil, and evil things like this are what hate filled evil people do.
Jealousy and hate. That's what fuels her. Pure raw jealousy and hate.
And my family is dead, my house is gone, and I'm crippled, all because some uncle of mine, whom I never even knew before any of this started, wanted to be in a Stephen King movie, and wasn't in a Stephen King movie and for some reason that was justification for all of this.
I don't get it.
The Atwaters are just hate filled, evil scum. You can't do something like this and be anything OTHER than pure evil scum.
Buglight lighthouse is where my baby was murdered on November 14, 2013 by the Kendra Silvermander and Claire bitch duo... why would I want to go there?
What the hell is she even thinking?
Every one who knows me knows my baby was murdered at Buglight lighthouse the beach behind the art studio at Southern Maine Community College in South Portland, on November 14, 2013, the same event that left me crippled for the rest of my life.
So why in the hell would anyone dare ask me to meet them at fucking Buglight lighthouse?
How much more evil can you be?
Update: February 19, 2023
??? Weird. ...
So, I just got a flurry of weird text messages… about FabeBook posts? I’ve not seen said posts, so I don’t know exactly what they says, but I’ll respond to the text messages about said posts:
ONE... who is in my yard? It's certainly not me, I broke my pelvis a week before Christmas and haven't been out of bed in 3 months. There should never be anyone in either of my yards, not the one in Biddeford nor the one in Old Orchard...
TWO... when did my cousin Danny die? First I heard of it. Last I knew he was living on a farm up by Heath road in Saco. I haven't seen him since a few years before the grease fryer bomb blew up my house, that happened on October 16, 2006... so it was sometime before 2004 last time I saw Danny. Didn't know he died. That's sad. I liked Danny. He was one of the few good Atwaters...
Three, uhm, what garden? My land in Old Orchard is bare ledge. Not even any soil to plant anything in. It's been that way for nine years. When the backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, it also came in with a green dumptruck and strip mined my land, they stole all of my roses, apple trees, grapes, blueberries, and flowers, and took all the top soil down to over six feet deep, strip mined my farm down to bare shale and granite. It would cost over $three-million dollars to buy new top soil to replace what the vandals stole, and I don't have that kind of money, so I've not had a garden since, no vegetables, no flowers, nothing, can't plant anything on bare ledge....
so, yeah, weird, this latest rumor, which states I stole something from Danny's grave to put in my garden. Seeing how, I didn't even know Danny died and I also don't have a garden.
........... Update February 22, 2023
So, because I didn't know Danny died, people have started sending me these long lists of Atwaters whom have died since 2015... apparently there are well over 30 - thirty - dead Atwaters, none of whom I knew had died, and many of whom, I never even heard their names before. I'm told they are largely from the Utah division of the Scottish Traveller clans. But I did notice, half of the original twelve are dead? Is that true? No one told me any of this. I had no clue. It says here that uncle Peter and his wife, Bobby's wife Cathy, and even my uncle Brucie are all dead? When did all this happen and why did no one tell me? There a bunch of cousins, second cousins, and thrid cousins on the list too, but I've never heard any of their names before I have no clue who any of them are.
There also seems to be some weird thing where they are saying no one ever told them my son was murdered November 14, 2013... my mother, my father, my step father Wade, aunt Barbara, uncle Dickie, uncle Brucie, cousin Danny, and Danny's wife Amanda all knew about this. Barbara showed up at the hospital and tried to get me to join her in some stupid ass medical scam she said she was running via her EMT job, she wanted me to be some poster child for some medical scam website she was running, she said she could get more money if she had a real cripple on her website. Dickie and Brucie were both at my Water St apartment the night it happened and they were mad that the police showed up to question my family and found them there with my daddy and some private detective, I don't know who the private detective was... according to the FBI agent in charge of the murder investigation, my dad hired the private detective to trail my mother and her then husband Wade, and Dickie and Brucie were helping my father with that.
Barbara, Dickie, and Brucie were all at the hospital November 2013, when I was paralyzed.
Barbara knew I was in a wheelchair, because in 2014, at Saco Shaw's, she stopped to talk to me, while I was shopping and in the wheelchair.
I'm also being told most of them are claiming they didn't know a backhoe drove over my house. Uncle Joey in Australia, not only knew about the backhoe driving over my house, by the FBI has copies of the $600 wire he sent to the backhoe driver. My father is the one who forged the demolition permits, with some guy named Dan who I never heard of before.
Also, you remember Barbara's ex Paul Martal... do you know what he's in prison for? FBI arrested him in 2016, for not one, but many bombs that he built, including the bomb that blew up my house October 16, 2006 and wait for it... the Boston Marathon bomb in 2013, he built it and sold it to ISIS.
The Atwaters claiming they know nothing of the 2006 bomb, is a lie, considering the FBI arrested some of them for it.
The Atwaters claiming they knew nothing of the backhoe driving over my house August 8, 2013, that replaced the bombed house, is a lie, because because Joey is the one how organized and funded it and he's going to straight to prison if he ever sets foot in America again, the FBI is ready to arrest him the moment he sets foot outside of Austraila. They have uncovered all the evidence they need to do so.
Barbara posted the message on my FaceBook wall: "The next head nailed to a door will be yours", she posted that message May 14, 2015... the DAY BEFORE my foster children's heads were nailed to the door of my motorhome. I didn't know she posted that message... the FBI agent, had screenshots of it that he had made, he showed them to me in June 2016... I didn't know she had posted that on my wall.
Yvonne and Shem, posted on my FaceBook wall more then two hundred pictures of themselves holding various guns, and on every post they wrote the words: "This is the gun I'm going to kill you with." Again, I did not see the posts, because I was in the hospital, paralized, I was paralyzed 5 months, I was 18 month relearning to walk... I've been bedridden for the last 9 - NINE - years... I found out about the death threats Shem and Yvonne were posting when an FBI agent, the one, who is now dead. Larua, she was murdered February 6, 2021... arrived, at my 6x8 tarp that I was living under in my yard... she arrived, with a huge stack of printed out screenshots of death threats posted by them, along with 27 FaceBook accounts all owned by Brucie, most of them using variations of Doris's name... all 29 of those accounts spent the entire of 2014, 2015, and 2016 DAILY posting death threats on my FaceBook wall, and often mentioned the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, the August 8, 2013 backhoe, and the April 10, 2015 SWAT team... the SWAT team being something I never mentioned online... also... the police department is in search of a VERY UNIQUE murder weapon that was used in the May 15, 2015 beheadings, and the crackhead Camilla, the cocaine dealer for the Bacon Street Gang, who is an Atwater, has been since October 2021 showing up on my Biddeford front porch to gibber about... that murder weapon... the police and the FBI never released to the public what the murder weapon was, because it is a VERY UNIQUE one of a kind hand made item. And yet, MANY of the Atwaters... 23 of them, showed up in my Biddeford driveway January 8, 2021 to gibber about that murder weapon while also chanting "God-King-Trump".
January 15, 2021, a few days later, the fbi shows up with half the fucking plice department, here at my biddeford apartment, said they followed lucy and barbara up here from some attack on the president in washington dc and wanted to know if U'd seen them? what the fuck? I have no clue. I've not see Lucy since 1994 and I've not seen Barbara since 2013 the day she tried to get me to join her weird medical scam plot. But according to the FBI... they were watching my Twith livestream tht day, so they saw the "God King Trump" chanters, as did all of my viewers, I was live and my webcam faces the driveway window so, they were chanting "God-king-trump" on my Twitch livestream... according to the FBI, those 23 people were Lucy's crew and the had stolen stuff from the White House, and were carrying the stolen white house stuff while chanting in my driveway... the FBI wanted to know if I recgonined any of them, and I didn't, the FBI had tons of pictures of them, and I don't know who any of them were... but according to the FBI, they are the adult children of several of my cousins, via Lucy and Barbara's kids. What the hell?
I am so sick and tired of the FBI showing up here and questioning me every few weeks, because of some fucking ass shit Barbaras family is doing, when I don't even know Barbara's family! I haven't babysat for her kids since I was 12 years old and that was fifty fucking years ago!
Tell me, how do so many Atwaters have inside information about the murder weapon that was used to behead my ten foster children on May 15, 2015... when those police records are sealed, were classified by the FBI, and only me, 6 FBI agents, 3 police officers, and of course the murderer, know what the murder weapon was?
I don't know who contacted the FBI... it wasn't me. I assume is was police officer Will Watson as he was the original head of the police investigation. And yet, I have many THOUSANDS of hate emails, hate snail mail letters - hand written and signed by Atwaters, accusing me of sending the FBI to "snoop in on them" as they put it. Good god! The FBI is over here interigating me 2 or 3 times a fucking month! The Atwaters act like they are the only ones who have to deal with FBI agents hanging around all the time! At least with me the FBI are here trying to help solve a crime, not interigating me of being a criminal... my fucking son was murdered! Atwaters bitching about the FBI questioning them, well maybe they shouldn't be posting death threats all over my FaceBook wall constantly none stop, the same week my sn was murdered, but that's what they are being questioned about.
I never sent the FBI anywhere... I don't control the FBI, and anyone who thinks that is got some serious mental retardation issues.
I didn't even know the FBI was actively going from Atwater to Atwater questioning them, and I wouldn't have known, had the Atwaters not been writing long hate letters and mailing them to me.
My son was murdered in 2013... it was 3 years later, when the FBI showed up to talk to me, for the first time, and yet they informed me, they'd been on the case for three years at that point and had some pretty daming evidence, about one Atwater: Paul Martal, whom I've never met, didn't even know he existed... he got 14 years in prison for the 2006 bomb that blew up my house. But what the FBI wanted to know was: Why me? It appeared he didn't know me any more than I knew him. According to the FBI, Paul Martal was in heavy contact with 2 people, and the FBI believes it's one of them, who hired the golf club woman to murder my baby November 14, 2013...
...and the problem is, I've not mentioned it to the family, The Atwaters, so they don't know, not even my parents know, but on September 12, 2021, there was another attack. I've not released any details, nor have the police or the FBI, One of the biggest ones yet. The FBI pointed out one thing... the attacks stopped when one of te two primary suspects died. They said they had reason to believe the one, of the two suspects, whom they believe murdered my son, died... so how did the the September 12, 2021 attack happen?
When that attack happened the FBI asked me to repaint paint my car: put the info from 2 different events, with the dates reversed, to see WHO would notice it was wrong. Someone DID notice it was wrong: Crackhead Camilla, cocaine dealer of the Bacon Street Gang, she showed up on my Biddeford porch less then ten hours after I painted my car. She noticed the incorrect date for the incorrect event... and she has said WHO told her... and it was one of the three people who arrived at the hospital November 2013... except, 2 of those 3 people are now dead, and the one she's naming, is the one still alive.
Who is it, who runs around telling people I believe in aliens? That same person. I don't believe in aliens. I'm the one who proved aliens and alien abductions to be a hoax, did that in 2007, posted my findings proving aliens a hoax here: https://www.eelkat.com/AmphibiousAliens.html
Who is it, who runs around claiming I say things about Utah Atwaters, people who I've never heard of, people I've never met? That same person.
Whose husband is right now sitting in prison for building the bomb that blew up my house? That same person.
Camilla was the bridesmaid of who? That same person.
Who KNEW I was paralyzed for 5 months, 18 months in wheelchair, and 9 years serverly crippled, bedridden... but neglected to tell anyone in the family? That same person.
Who is it, who is right now spreading rumors and lies about me, my brothers, and my mother, all over FaceBook? That same person.
Do you know what gaslighting means? Look at what she's doing. It's called gaslighting. It means she is trying to cast doubt on the victims, in order to make the victims look guilty, as a way to try to hide, her own crimes.
Ask yourself why you didn't know my son was murdered?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was attacked by a blond woman with a golf club, left for dead, almost died, and have been crippled on paraplegic levels ever since?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was paralyzed for 5 month?
Ask yourself why you didn't know I was in a wheelchair for 18 months?
Ask yourself why you didn't know my foster children, where not only murdered, but their heads were nailed to my door?
Ask yourself why you didn't know when Barbara, Brucie, and Dickie were all at the hospital, and knew what had happened. Why didn't they tell any of you? Why did they pretend not to know? Why did they hide for the rest of the family, what had happened to me?
Here's an important thing to ask: Why did none of you know the FBI was here investigating a very brutal murder that coincided with a LOT of harassment, vandalism, and hate crimes that were on levels of alarming extremes?
It's called impeding and FBI investigation.
Someone, in the Atwater family, has been very actively lying to all of you about what happened to me and my family... why? What is their motive? If they have nothing to hide, then why arethey bending over backwards to try to keep every one of you from finding out what happened to me, my son, my house, my yard, and my foster children?
Why?
Only the person doing these crimes, who any motive to try to cover them up.
Only the person who murdered my son, would have any motive to go out of their way to do everything in their power to try to make you forget he ever existed.
Only the person who did these things has any motive, to try to cover it up.
Only the person behind my son's murder has a motive to try to convince you I believe in aliens, when it's damn well documented that I don't believe in aliens.
Think about that, next time an Atwater starts spreading rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my dead children, or my dead son.
Also... who is it who told you that I knew about all these deaths in the family? Was it one of the three people who was at the hospital and knew what happened to me, but never told you all?
Also, yes... I have noticed that Dickies supposed death date is a full 3 months before he was at the hospital, before he was visiting my dad with Brucie and and having a meeting with the private investigator about Wade Witen... that's puzzling... but then again Brucie had faked his own death 4 times since the 1980s, each time to invade IRS fraud, so the Atwaters do have a history of faking their deaths. I know this because the FBI has all that info too and when interviewing me, they wanted to know if I was aware of the faked death, by 3 of the original 12 Atwaters... yep, three of the brothers have faked their deaths multiple times. So... when you people tell me Dickie and Brucie are dead, yeah, I kind of don't believe you.
Also, Barbara is the one going around telling everyone that Danny is dead and his grave is being vandalised... several people have told me that Danny is dead, his grave was being vandalised, and I a bedridden crippled, was being blamed for the vandalism, and I asked each of these people who told them this, and every one of them stated they recieved either a rtext, post, comment, email, or phone call from Barbara, some said she told them face to face in person... near as I can tell NO ONE other then Barbara os saying Danny died, no one other then Barbara is saying his grave is vandaised, and no one other then Barbara is saying I did it... also newsflash... my camera runs 24/7/365 ever since the day my foster children's heads was nailed to my door, so I can prove where I was and what I was doing every minute from May 16, 2015 to right now. The camera runs 24/7 in hopes of catching the murderer returning to attack again. Smile... if you've ever said anything to me online or offline, I have video footage of you doing it.
In case you've forgotten who Barbara is, besides being Bruce's sister, she's the 2 year old girl who was run over by this car. https://www.eelkat.com/images/1964dodge330_theGoldeneagleWorldsMostHauntedCar.jpg My 1964 Dodge 330 the one that was cut in half on May 9, 2010 by raving lunatics of the Saco Ward church calling it demon possessed. She's the one who started the rumor that the car was haunted, possesed by a demon and tried to kill her. The car used to belong to Dr Larochell, who paid Barbara $20k to stop her from spreading rumors about his car. Her rumours about his car got so bad that locals started attacking him, so in 1975 he sold the car and I bought it specifically to prove that it was niether haunted demon possessed and Barbara was just delusional and trying to get attention.
After I proved the car not haunted, I let a local elderly homeless man sleep in the car at night, while the car was parked behind my barn, 175 feet from the road in the forest where it could not be seen from the road, so no one knew the WW@ veteran was sleeping in my car... until that is, in 1978, Barbara tresspassed on my land, found him there, declared him first a demon, then in the 1990s started calling him "The Amphibious Alien"... Barbara is the only Atwater who ever learned French and guess what, she is also the one who coined the name "Etiole" and started calling the homeless WW2 vet "Etiole" and she is the one who has been vocal in instigating EVERY SINGLE attack on Etiole and my 1964 Dodge 330.
Also, do take a look at Barbara... we look alike, she and me... we can almost pass for twins. And what keeps happening around locally? People keep saying they are encountering me doing and saing things in places I've never been to, to people I've never heard of!
Also, every time I go outside, people - ttal strangers - keep coming up to me and asking me why I am emailing them stuff about aliens, and newsflash: I don't even use email! What the hell? I couldn't eail some one even if I wanted to!
In November, this guy comes up to me, he's about 90 years old and carrying this massive stack of sheets of paper - like 300 sheets, it's an entire reem of paper, and he starts waving it around and says it's print out of all the emails I sent him just in the past week, he says he gets more then three thousand emails from me on a daily basis and it's all crazy stuff about aliens... I looked at the papers and, the emails are coming from tons of emails with the word "eelkat" in the name, but they aren't mine. I'm not sending these things out to people and I don't know who is... but I do know who has a history of impersonating me with emails: Barbara!
In 1996, she started an email war with the Atwaters, with two emails, one that she said was heres, and one that she said was mine.
At that point... I had never had contact with an American, or TV, or electricity... I had never heard of computers or internet or email... he email war, was her, impersonating me, and sending hundred of hate filled emails to my aunts, uncles, and counsins... I found out about it a year later when Bishop Paul Morgan of the Cape Elezabeth Ward (no, not the Portland Ward, but yes the same building) called me in to his office one day, to ask why I was sending so many hundreds of emails about aliens and alien abductions to him and 750 other members of the church. No that's not a typo... seven hundred and fifty members of the church...
I had 3 questions for Paul Morgan:
1: What's email?
2: What are aliens?
3: What's alien abduction?
I had never heard of those 3 things before.
Paul Morgan had print outs of those emails, and it took me over a month to read those more then six thousand sheets of paper, but I read every one of them.
Paul Peterson, administrative director of Pine Land Center Insane Asylum... he showed up at church a few weeks later, yeah... turns out, several Atwaters used to be, how shall we call it... straight jacketed in padded cells because they were insane... and Pine Land Center, government run mental health institute, lost funding, shut down, in... oh look... 1996... and literally just let formally straight jacket nut cases, walk free out the front door. It's not hard to find out who the inmates of Pine Land Center were... the micro films are available in New Gloughster. So, yeah, that evidance exists and says a lot.
ALL of the rumors about me, my mother, my father, my brothers, my husband, my cars... all the Demon rumors, all the alien rumors, ALL of it... every single rumor, all the way back to the 1960s... all of them, were started by one person, Barbara, because, she was the 2 year old girl who was hit by that car, and she's pissed that I bought it, and she's even more pissed that Stephen King, my neighbour at the time, made a movie about it... did you know my real name is Christine and that's why the car is named Christine in the movie, even though the real car was named The Goldeneagle.
After Christine, Stephen King returned to film Thinner on my farm, and THAT is why, Barbara, has had endless amounts of jealosue rage and hatred for my farm, my land, my house... did you know I've rebuilt my house 5 times now... the backhoe has driven over THREE houses on my land, we keep rebuilding and it keeps coming back... but before the backhoe there was the bomb... and who did the FBI arrest for building that bomb again? Barbara's husband Paul Martal. That's what he went to prison for. He built the bomb that blew up my house, the FBI found him with the bomb parts in his house and car.
That's why, I always ask, when these weird rumors about demons and aliens show up... who told you? And EVERY SINGLE PERSON, EVERY SINGL TIME... they always say: "Barbara told me", "Baraba said it" , "Barbara called me" , "Barbara emailed me"... and so, I'm not surprised to find out that the rumors flying around this week, are once again, started by the same person who always starts them: the pissed off now adult, 2 year old girl, who 60 years ago was run over by the world's most haunted car, and is the one who both declared it haunted and dubbed the homeless man living in it as "Etiole"
Know your sources people. Do your background checks. Find out if the one spreading the rumors about me, might actually have a motive. Barbara REALLY hates that car. And at the core, her hatred of that car, her rage that Stephen King made it famous, is the cause of everything.
But guess what: Barbara and Brucie and their fucking endless jealose rage, is why I'm crippled, why my son is dead, why I've had to rebuild my house on my land five fucking times now... I'm not bothering any of them, I never have , and I don't know why they are bothering me! I want those bastards to fucking leave me, my family, my cars, my land, and anything else of mine alone.
Uhm… okay… so, a member of the Sanford ward church was just in a rage yelling at me about the drug raid across the street last year at the missionary apartment and this being the 18th anniversary of the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh… and, I'm not sure why they are yelling at me about it…but they were mad saying: "Why is the FBI here talking to you about the dead girl in Scarborough. You aren't family."
Uhm… no, but I am the one who found the body and called 911 to report it. And I've had to deal with police and FBi questions in regards to her death for the past few decades every single time they get a lead they show up and ask me:"So tell us once again what you saw." And I tell them yet again about the girl with no head, the thirty dogs with no heads, and that, I never saw her or the dogs before.
I was driving to work and they were all laid out ritual like in the road, not a one of them had any heads. Not the girl, not any of the dogs.
First experience with headless bodies… but far from the last. And police and fBi believe the killer was there and saw me call 911 and that's why my 75 pet roosters had their heads cut off and their bodies tied in rope nooses and hung in my Orchard fruit trees and rose bushes shortly after.
I can show you where ever body was the girl and the dogs. The first one was at the Ross rd Portland rd intersection at the light by where the medical building is now. The next one was at the Eastern trail Bridge just before the rv center. There was another at the cascade rd intersection by the flea market... they continued like that all the way to the Scarbourogh marsh. All black dogs, mostly Rottweilers and black labs, more than 30 of them, leading in a path to the dead girl. None of them had heads. Not the girl or the dogs.
It was after dark, I was on my way to Macy's.
The fbi says they think it was the same person who beheaded my cousin Murphy in 2013, beheaded 75 of my roosters and hung them from nooses in trees in 2007, murdered my son in 2013, and beheaded my mother's cats in 2015... he says there were 11 other beheading like this between 2001 and 2015 all of them invloving a huge amount of pets, mostly dogs and cats, but also birds and horses… in title more then 500 pets just on Portland Ave in old Orchard beach alone, the first one was a German Shepherd in June 2001 whose head was hung on the bucket of his owners bulldozer, and there have been 7 more since 2015 to 2021, all on Portland Ave, Ross rd, and Cascade Rd.
The dead girl in Scarborough had no head, neither did any of the dogs. I'm the one who called the police.
I was there when they found Timmy Murphy on cascade and Ross rd intersection. He had no head either.
My cousin Murphy, the newspaper said he was hit by a truck. But that's not what happened. I was there. Police made me wait 3 hours while they looked for his head. I got questioned all over for that. It happened June 2013. Backhoe drove over my house August 8, 2013, and golf club woman attacked November 14, 2013... fbi thinks the backhoe and golfclub attacks were both because I was there when Timmy's body was being wrapped up by police. The police found his head 2 weeks later down by my driveway on Portland Ave almost a half mile from where they found his body.
They believe the killer of my cousin Timmy was at the scene while the police were questioning me, and that's how the killer knew to target my house with the backhoe a month later… the issue with that is, one of my uncles, paid the backhoe driver, but that uncle lives in Australia and wired the money to the backhoe driver. The police have all the paperwork for this. And the police can't figure out, why it appears that my Atwater relatives are heavily invested in impending the investigation of what police are calling "the Ouellette case".
It appears the Atwaters are being egged on by someone involved in the murder of the headless Scarborough marsh girl, and that the Atwaters are being deliberately needled into a frenzy at me and my family in a bold attitude to through police off the killers trail.
The thing is, the Atwaters have gone into wild extremes bringing in weird alien abduction rumors that are just outlandish… but then… one of my uncles, when the FBI went to interview him… he had dozens of dead, headless black dogs, black cats, and black chickens laying in weird pentagram ritual formations, all over his yard, in his driveway, around his house, hanging on his fences… and… well… dead headless black animals were all around the Scarborough marsh that day of the dead girl… and so… it kind of looks a lot like one of my uncles either is the murderer or at least is the one supplying the murderer with dead black pets.
So, this lead the FBi to ask me more questions, because now it looks like the Atwaters lashing out at my family has a far bigger motive then, them just being crazy lunatic ufo nuts.
I've been a witness at 4 different beheadings.. and was the one who called police each time.
The raid at the Saco Ward missionary apartment across the street…I never said the raid across the street was a drug raid... the state drug force wasn't there. Ive seen drug raids before. My Atwater relatives are notorious for drugs, ive been in the house when two drug raids happened, one in 1982 and one in 2016 and both times the state police drug team was the one who did the raid.
State police drug team wasn't there at the raid on the missionary apartment across the street last year, it the US Marshalls and FBI there. They had 8 people handcuffed face down in the road in front of our apartment. And they said it was about the Ouellette case, specifically the headless girl in Scarborough marsh. I know this, because thry asked me if i recognized any of these 8 people. One I did, she's been my dads nurse since 2009. Fbi was here asking me about that raid, because he wanted to know if the dead cats and birds in the road here in front of our Biddeford apartment were lined up same way as the dead dogs were back in Scarborough years ago with the dead girl.
Me and others locally have been finding dead pets lined up on Main Street, western Ave, Cutts St, West Cutts st, James St, and Bradbury st every since summer 2021, I sent videos footage of all the dead pets to fbi, because it DID look like same ritual pattern used in my yard with roosters in 2007 and my mother's cats in 2015 and those dogs with the dead girl at the Scarborough marsh.
That's why I stopped walking around our apartment at night... dead cats and birds are being set up around my apartment and also my mothers apartment... looks like whoever killed cats and roosters in Old Orchard, wanted me to know they knew where I lived.
The officers think the person leaving the dead pets all around our apartment is whoever killed the headless girl at the marsh... they think that's why the attack on my roosters happened in 2007, the backhoe in 2013, the golf club women who killed my son and crippled me in 2013, because I'm the one who called the police about the headless dogs in Scarborough with the dead girl.
Weird, this Sanford Ward Mormon, who was just here at my apartment, made the comment: "But the dead girl in Scarborough wasn't beheaded."
I don't know if there's a different girl too or not. I only know about the headless girl, the one I called 911 about all those decades ago. I never looked up the news reports so I don't know if they ever mentioned the thirty dead dogs or her and the dogs having no head. I don't know what the news said about it. I don't even know her name. I just know whenever the police or FBI ask me to retell how the dogs were laid out, they always call it "The Ouellette Case". Beyond that I know nothing about it.
My focus has always been on the attacks on me and my family. I don't know any of the other families. I just know the officers said the April 10, 2015 attack on my farm was the 11th such attack on Portland Ave since June 2001 and that they now tell me there have been seven more such attacks on Portland Ave since 2015. They said a lot of details have not been released to the public, but that there are a few common things recurring in every attack which indicates it's just one person (group of persons) doing it. They say they keep going back to all 18 of our families reasking us for details we can remember because they are trying to match up the similarities of each case.
I know what details were left out of reports about the attacks on my family. I don't know anything about any of the other 17 families at all.
I don't understand these Saco and Sanford ward church members who keep showing up all upset because I'm trying to find out who murdered my son and left me crippled. What is their problem? It's MY family that's dead, not theirs, what the fuck business is it of theirs? Why are they so damned ruffled up about me asking for anyone with information to call the FBI? By being upset like this, they are just making themselves look suspicious. When they are mad that I'm asking people for help finding the killer, they just make themselves look like they are involved, they make it look like they know who the killer is, they make it look like they are protecting and defending the killer. Do they not realize how suspicious they make themselves look when they get angry that I ask on Facebook for anyone with info to please call the FBI and help put my son's killer in prison?
Do you remember Timmy? He's the same age as you and me. He's the one who lived at the black house next door to my on Portland Ave. He was the used car dealer, the one who always have a dozen or so cars lined up for sale across his front lawn. He also owned Etiole's swamp, my abutting neighbour from the back side of the land. He used to help me babysit Barbara's kids back in the 1970s and 1980s, we used to duo babysit together.
Timmy Murphy was the one beheaded June 2013 at the Ross Rd and Cascaed Rd intersection.
That's why I can't understand these Todd Murphy fucktrds who spent the entire of November 2021 to May 2022, daily arriving in my Biddeford driveway, chanting "Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy! Todd Murphy!" while vandalizing both the building and my car. They did $10k+ in damages to my Volvo and they did so much damage to the building that landlord Matt Holiday couldn't afford to repair the apartment building so he sold it because the city of Biddeford was going to condemn the building and kick out all 9 families at 409 Maine Street, because the Todd Murphy fucktard attackers did so much damage to the building. People know about them cutting all the wires off the building, but it was a lot more then that. They did huge amounts of stucture damage to the building itself as well. That's why Matt sold the building. He just didn't have enough money to repair the damages.
But the thing was, these vandals were acting like they thought I knew who Todd Murphy was, and I never heard of anyone by that name before. I think they mixed up whoever this Todd Murphy was with my cousin Timmy... who is not an Atwater... what the fuck are the Atwaters even talking about? Timmy was my dad's older sister's god-son. My aunt Victoria from Portland? The one who lived in that big tower on the waterfront up on the Promanard.
Why are the Atwaters so damned fucking arrogant that they think they are the only relatives I have? The Allens of Allen Ave in Portland are my relatives too you know, and Timmy Murphy was one of them. You know, the whole family who founded Amatos... the woman who founded Amatos was my dad's great aunt. That's why we always get free food at Atmatos, their family. The Atwaters don't hold a fucking monopoly over me, what the hell is wrong with them? You know, I'm sick of the Atwaters barging their way into everything and trying to make everything be about them. They aren't the center of the world and they need to stop acting like they are.
Near as I can tell, these Todd Murphy vandals are conneted to the Atwaters somehow, but I don't know how. And again, they are impeeding a fucking FBI murder investigation. Do the Atwaters know how to do ANYTHING other then stick their busy body noses in places they don't belong? What the fuck?
Do you know what the police said? They said Todd Murphy is the son of someone my mother and Barbar fight with on FaceBook. I've had my mother and Baraba both blocked on FaceBook since the shit they pulled back in 213 after my son was murdered. I don't have a fucking clue who my mother or Barbara are friends with on FaceBook, I have them blocked. I've had them blocked for 10 years this Novmber.
But then, I have fucktards from the Sanford Ward church showing up here now, do you realize how far they have to drive to get here to my driveway? What the hell? And they claim that Todd Murphy was a member of the Sanford Ward... you know what he's not on the rouster. You know I'm a member of that church right? I got access to the rouster, because my husband is the high preist quorum leader of that church... there's no one named Todd Murphy who is a member of the Sanford Ward church, and there hasn't been in the last 48 years that I've attended that church. So now I'm left wondering, even more what the fuck?
Who the ell is Todd Murhy and why the fuck should I care? I haven't got a clue what these people are talking about. I don't know who they are and I don't know who their Todd Murphy is.
Only thing I can figure, is somehow, something my mother and Barbara said, convinced these people that when I talk about Timmy Murphy's murder case that I'm talking about Todd Murphy. But why? Was Todd Murphy murdered in 2013 of the Ross Rd in Old Orchard Beach, same as my cousin Timmy Murphy, who was also my abutting neighbor and had the same birthday as me, so we celebrated our birthdays together, you know because we grew up together and knew each other own entire lives?
I mean, what the hell? And what does Todd Murphy have to do with The Ouelltte case aka the beheaded girl in the Scarborogh Marsh from 20 years ago? That's what they were talking about last night... thee Snford Ward members who were here in my ard in Biddeford last night, who yes, I do know who they are, but I don't know who this Todd Murphy is that they are talking about or what he has to do with my cousin Timmy Murphy and that girl, both being beheaded down the street from my Old Orchard Beach farm?
I asked, no one in Timmy's family knows any one named Todd. None of my Scarborough or Old Orchard Beach Murphy relatives know or have ant relatives named Todd, so none of them, know what the fuck these people in Biddeford are talking about. You know just because someone has the same last name, doesn't mean they are relatede, right? Do these Todd Murphy people who won't stop hrassing us, and now clearly have a connection to the Sanford Ward realize that?
And what is with Joel Bailey? What? Yeah... they're bringing Joel Bailey back into stuff? He went to prison in 2013, he, if you forgot was the counsellor of the Bisiop of the Saco Ward church, the entire bishiprisk went to prision, 2 to 10 years each one, along with the Old Orchard Beach Town Manager, oh wait, he was one of the bishipric, and 13 people from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police departments, all members of the Saco Ward church, for stealing a little bitty number of thirty MILLION dollars in Old Orchard Beach tax funds out of the town hall bank account, which I only found out about, because they tried to forge my name onto the documents and that was why FBI Laura, the agent ho was murdered in Florida on Feberuary 6, 2021, was sent to interview me in 2007, 2010, and 20134... the Saco Ward church bishopric stole $30million from the Old Orchard Beach town hall and tried to pin it on me, only, I can't count, mI never learned math, and they didn't know I couldn't possibly have written the math figures. I don't know how to do money and only someone really good with money could have done the things they did. They also put a lot of stuff in Ken Shoop's name. That Joel Bailey, the one who is now out of prison and likes to walk circles around my Biddeford apartment all summer long in 2022. Yeah, I am aware he's back, the mini-Winnie RV that parks at the Biddeford High School at night, he is the one driving it.
Given his past history, no, I'm not surprised at all to find his name bring brought back up. Though the Saco Ward Mormons now trickling out of prison and back on the streets, would explain why the vandalism started up again, seeing how they were the ones who used to do most of it and the vandalism did stop when they went to prison.
I'm sick of the Atwaters and their Mormon friends. They're nothing but criminals, drug dealers, and gangster thugs.
The fact remains, the only thing I'm focused on is finding my son's killer and the Atwaters and their Mormon thugs, are interupting that, and I want to know WHY? No one who is not guilty of being involved in my son's murder has any reason or incentive to be here harassing me and telling me to take the FBI phone number off my FaceBook wall, and that's what they are doing and I want to know why. What business is it of theirs if the FBI phone number is on my FaceBook wall and what is their involvment with my son's murder that they think the FBI phone number on my FaceBook wall effects them?
Here's a weird one… I just got a text message from a Sanford Ward Mormon which states: "I've known you for 40 yeas I would remember you being attacked how come you never mentioned it before now"
Uhm… since 1996, my website, originally known as Space Dock 13, has documented daily blog posts of every day of my life.
The July 2, 2001 attack, when a house mover cut our house in half, put it on a flatbed and drove it to Waterville, was documented the day it happened. It was also the first attack. My neighbor's German shepherd dog was beheaded and left in the bucket of his bulldozer that same day.
Go look at my blog… every day since July 2, 2001 , every attack, from the minor paintball attacks to the big house bomb attacks, are all documented, each blog post written the day it happened. There are more then ten thousand daily blog posts just on that one blog, chronologizing every event of every day of my life and including every attack, since June 2001.
That fact that they only just noticed it now, does not mean, I've never mentioned it… it just means they were too self absorbed to notice anything going on around them. It also means I was never important enough to them, for them to notice I was homeless, or in the hospital, or had a baby that was murdered. … their shock of just discovering these things, says more about their lack of caring about me, then anything else.
As for the headless girl and dogs in the marsh, the murder of my cousin Timmy Murphy, and the golf club attack ,the 3 events they specifically brought up in their text…
I had Squidoo articles about all 3 events. Squidoo went out of business in 2014.
I have more then a thousand blog posts published between 2007 and 2013, on Tumblr, BlogSpot, and WordPress, about those 3 events.
On YouTube I had more than 2k video uploads between 2008 and 2017 that did absolutely nothing but talk about those events, and included the interrogations by police and Fbi, which I've recorded all of since May 2015. So, yes, you can go watch FBI agent Andy Drewer, lawyer Gene Libby in the Biddeford District Court, and police officer Will Watson, and dozens of others talking about these events, on YouTube, because my camera catches everything.
Since 2008, I have posted daily on Facebook and Twitter asking for witnesses to come forward about the dead dogs and the marsh girl...
Since June 2013, I added Tim Murphy to my daily Facebook request for witnesses to come forward,
Since August 2013, I added the back hoe driving over my house info to my daily Facebook requests for witnesses to come forward.
since November 2013, daily every single day requests for witnesses to the attack at phi theta Kappa ceremony at bug light lighthouse, where my baby was murdered and I was left crippled for the rest of my life.
I'm still crippled by the way, are they going to tell me they didn't notice that either? Did they not notice I was 5 months paralyzed, wait I know that person noticed because in February 2014 that exact same person carried me to their car and from their car into the hospital precisely because I was paralyzed and couldn't walk…. The person who carried me to the hospital because I was paralyzed and had to be carried is the exact same person who is now saying they don't remember this… and yet, they are the ones who had to fill out the paperwork to admit me in the hospital and their signature is on those documents. So, proof they are lying, right there.
after the June 2016 attack by the 2013 golf club woman, this time at walmart, the fbi gave me a hotline number for witnesses to call... this phone number has been on the flyers in the windows of my Volvo ever since June 2016 and these events are printed on said flyers.
Also in June 2016 the Old Orchard Beach Libby library and the Biddeford McArthur library and the Old Orchard Beach Salvation Army Church all printed up flyers about these events, and spent the summer handing them out to tourists and the fBI number was on all of those.
This is all very well documented as, I have been post them DAILY for over a decade now... and I talk about it constantly in my livestreams which I started doing in May 2015.
Just because one person had their head shoved too far up their church's ass to know what was going on in their own family, and they only just now noticed what was going on around them, doesn't mean I only just now started talking about it.
This is why I don't like churches. Church people are so focused on their Bibles that they haven't got a clue what's going on in the real world around them.
Not to mention all of the police reports, there are more than four hundred police reports, which span twenty one police departments, in three states as well as the Maine state police and the Florida state police, plus the FBI besides! Most of those police reports are public record, you can go read them for yourself. As far as I know only 3 of them were classified and sealed from public access which means there's still 400+ that can be read. There were newspaper reports of some of the attacks. And even though I don't own a TV so have never seen the tV news reports, I know those exist because there were so many TV station news reporters showing up in my yard with camera crews asking for interviews with me. This case is so damned well documented. It's utterly ridiculous to think there is a single person in Southern Maine who is so self absorbed and so oblivious that they have never heard of this case or any of the events that have happened within it in the last 18 fucking years!
But the worst part is, this my own church, a church I have been a member of for 48 fucking years, that is saying, they never heard of this! What the hell? There were more than 24 people from the Saco and Sanford Wards arrested by the FBI just since 2015, because of their involvement in this case. Several of them are still in prison. These people are really that oblivious that they didn't know I was in the hospital, they didn't know I was in a wheelchair, they didn't know my son was murdered, and they didn't noticed 24 members of their congregation disappeared because they went to prison for their involvement.
Really? Wow do these people really give a shit about their fellow congregation members or what? They not only didn't notice I was missing from meetings for 9 years because I am bedridden now, they also didn't notice 24 other members not in meetings because they are now in prison. Talk about dense numb skulls.
It appears the High Priest is back. You, Paul, have met the High Priest. You met him at WalMart. You met him at McDonalds, where you had a 4 hour long conversation with him. You met him my yard in Old Orchard when you visited a few days after the April 0, 2015 attack, and can I add here that you are the ONLY person since that happened, to ever once stop by and ask how I was doing, it’s you’re the only person I knew before the murder of my family, whom I still talk to. You ARE the only person, who ever showed you actually cared about what was going on.
Not one single member of my family or my church has ever stopped to see how I was doing, has ever asked online how I was doing.
But, since November 2021, Sanford Ward mormons have been showing up, all of them in wild raging infernos, and all of them talking about people and events I know nothing about, so I have no clue what any of them ae talking about, but they act like they think I know who the names they mention are, in particular they are cult-like worshiping someone names Todd Murphy whom I can only assume they have gotten mixed up with my beheaded cousin Tim Murphy of Pine Point district of Scarborough and Old Orchard Beach, somehow.
They showed up near daily from November 21, 2021 until May 17, 2022. They were lead on by two blond girls who looked like twins, and have mega long knee-length hair they kept in pony tails, and a smaller pudgier girl with a mint-green pixie hair cut. I don’t know these girls, they looked to be in their 20s. They are the same girls who spent the entire summer of 2021 harassing the homeless man who was living under the trestle bridge across the street from us. They would show up on bicycles every night around 1AM, chase him up out of the ravine, then chase him up the old back tracks along the dirt road to South Street, up towards your place. They did that every night for about 5 months, until he got hit by a freight train on Nov 19, 2021 at 6:27PM. They started attacking my and my family Nov 21, 2021, I think because they knew I had video footage of them harassing the homeless man and I think too they were pissed that I call the police when they killed him by cornering him at the bridge overpass so he couldn’t get out of the way of the oncoming train. Outside of them nightly harassing the homeless man, and then spending Nov 21, 2021 to May 17, 2002 chanting “Todd Murphy” in my driveway while vandalizing my car and apartment building, I’ve never seen these girls before of since. They seemed to have completely vanished May 17, 2022. Not seen them at all and the vandalism stopped cold turkey that day. I assume the police must have finally caught and arrested them, but the police never said they did, and in the past when someone harassed me, the police would always ask me to go to the station to ID them after the arrest.
In any case, the “Todd Murphy” dipshit bitches stopped harassing us May 17, 2022, and I heard no more of them, until this past month… only it’s not them showing up this time… this time it’s older people, elderly people in their 70s and 80s, members of the Sanford Ward Mormon church across the street from Curtis Lake Church… Curtis Lake Church being the congregation that shows up in my Old Orchard driveway with the “god hates fgs” signs and calling me a transvestite and calling my car gay, and marching around chanting “too gay for the family friendly town of Old Orchard Beach”... several Curtis Lake members have been arrested by the FBI and gone to prison for their involvement in both the April 10, 2015 attack on my family and the headless Marsh girl. However, to date,, the killer has not been found, every one arrested so far has always been weird “cultist-like” gay-haters who are attacking people in the area while chanting “kill or be killed remember Saco Shaws” and then rambling gibbering about heads in ice cream. The people arrested, for 5 different local churches, are all outspoken in radically preaching a doctrine of beheading anyone suspected of being gay, while stating that they are doing so on god’s orders.
That’s why there has been so much difficultly in finding out who killed the marsh girl and my cousin Murphry and my family, because, it looks like it’s not just one person, but rather an entire group of people involved, and so far, all evidence has pointed to those 5 churches: Saco Ward, Sanford Ward, Grace Point, Curtis Lake, and New Life, all in Biddeford, Saco, or Sanford, and all run by just 2 families. One family runs 3, another family runs the other 2.
Anyways, I was just thinking, and I think I figured out why the Sanford Ward Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints members are seemingly so clueless and unaware that I have been crippled and bedridden for nine years and why they were unaware that 24 members of their congregation have gone to prison, arrested by the FBI for being accomplices in the The Ouellette Murder Case aka The Cascade Murders aka The string of beheading on and around Portland Ave, Ross Rd, and Cascade Rd the past twenty years, which included the headless girl I found in the Scarborough Marsh, my cousin Timmy Murphy whom I found headless on the Ross and Cascade Rod crossroads, the beheading of my own foster children… Ben is the common link to all of them.
Ben, as you know, has severe dissociative identity disorder, that was brought on when his brother Willy commit suicide.
Ben has seven different, very distinctive different “people” living in him, that we know of, there could be moe then 7. Etiole is the one most locals are familiar with, though he does not call himself Etiole, Etiole being a name locals dubbed him. However, there is the High Priest, who is the one you, Paul, are personally most familiar with.
I’ve not seen the High Priest since April 10, 2015. Ben WAS there the day of the attack, he was also attacked… the attackers had me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, all on the ground with guns to our heads, while they use a weird looking long pole with a piano wire-like loop on the end, to cu the heads off of everyone else who was there. Me, my mother, one of my brothers, and Ben, were the only ones to walk out of that attack alive. Ben’s favorite daughter Bella was one of the ones beheaded. His mind snapped, because, he recognized one of the attackers as “Rick”... When the attackers arrived, Ben ran up to one of them and said “Rick! What are you doing here?” Ben does have a friend named Rick… I know Rick. Rick is a very violent, vicious spouse abuser. His wife Paula used to come to church been to a pulp every week. Broken arms, broken legs, broken nose, black eyes. It went on for years. She finally divorced him and fled to Utah when he beat and nearly killed their teenage son. Rick has beaten me up, right in the Sanfard Ward church building. He’s a major bully, a huge bigot, and an extreme white power racists. Rick WAS there April 10, 2015… he didn’t have a white pillow case over his head like the rest of them did, but I don’t kow if he was a part of the attack or not, I was too busy trying to fight the bastard who was holding me own with a pistol in my face, to notice what Rick was doing. It was Rick though, his face in unmistakable… he has no face. Elephant man disease, I think you cal it, but you can’t mistake Rick, and he WAS in my yard April 10, 2015 the day my family was murdered, I just don’t know what he was doing there or if he was involved in the attack or not.
The thing is, something snapped in Ben that day. ALL 7 of his multiple personalities vanished, including the High Priest, thankfully. You know how bad the High Preist could get, you met him several times.
Ben left the Mormon church. I don’t know what triggered him more: his favorite daughter Bella being beheaded in front of him or his best friend Rick, seeming to be the one leading the charge ahead of estimated 74 people in white robes and white pillow cases over their heads.
In either case, Ben has developed a server hatred for the Mormon church and refuses to set foot in a Mormon church building… he who was High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward for so many decades.
The thing about the High Priest, was he was everything so far the opposite of who Ben, my husband, actually is.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to be a virgin. Ben in not a virgin. Not even close. He had a prostitute problem back in the 1980s when I met him.
The High Priest Quorum Leader of the Sanford ward boldly proclaims to not be married, yet Ben and I got married on the Old Orchard Beach Pier August 13, 1987, so he’s been married several decades and still is, we don’t live together because he’s terrified of the Bishop finding out he has a wife. Keeping in mind Mormons don’t forbid priests from marrying, however Ben grew up extreme strict Catholic and his brother is the current leader of Opis Dia and he has to keep up appearances of being a Catholic Priest for his brother, from times when he visites from Italy, which happens a few times a year. Ben became a High priest in the Mormon church, but then goes to several local Catholic churches when his brother is in America, so that he can say he’s a High Priest without lying about it, and keeps his brother thinking he’s Catholic High Priest when he’s actually a Mormon High Priest. In other words, Ben lives a very big double life of trying to juggle his priesthood in two religions, hiding it from each other religion, while also maintaining a (very annoyed) wife (me) that he hides from BOTH religions.
Which is WHY, I’m allowed to PUBLICLY be friends with you, because it helps him to keep up the facade of “see, I’m not married, she hangs around with Paul”, which yes, that IS what Ben tells people at church about you.
Yes, Ben is a dick, I am very aware of this.
But, here’s the thing… Ben TELLS ME he is no longer in contact with any Mormons whatsoever, claims he hates, them, claims he shuns them, claims he’s not spoken to any of them since April 10, 2015…. HOWEVER… he was caught in July 2022, giving one of the Sanford Ward Mormons a ride to the store…. And Rick specifically, has been one the phone with him, when I came in the room and he thought I was elsewhere, causing Be to run around in a panic, knock his glasses off, break them by stepping on them, all while Rick was screaming out of the phone, “Ben, ya there? What happened? What’s going on?”
It appears the High Priest is back…. However, I suspected this in November 2021… the High Priest uses specific pontificating phraseology that none of Ben’s other personalities use…. And on november 24, 2021, the same night the Sanfard Ward Mormons were here cutting the wires off our Biddeford apartment building, Ben started talking like the High Priest again. It’s really distinctive. Normal people don’t talk in long winded drawn out droning, monologuing pontifications about Jesus, and of Ben’s 7 known people living inside him, the High Priest is the only ne who does this. Ben was here and witnessed the wire cutting event, he even went out side and talked to the crowd of “Todd Murphy” chanting lunatics to try to talk to them… and,... he said one of them is Todd Murphy’s grandmother from the Sanford Ward. Ben indicated at that point that he knew who Todd Murphy was, but since then, has denied knowing who Todd Murphy is. But, he came in, and told me outright that “I know her from the Sanfard Ward, she’s Todd Murphy’s grandmother”..
Each of the 7 people who live in Ben have no knowledge or memory of the other 6, and when one of the 7 does or says something, none of the other 6 have any memory of doing or saying those things.
It appears that The High Priest knows Todd Murphy, not only that, but also knows the attackers who came here daily from November 21, 2021 to May 17, 2022… and it looks like Ben, in his High Preist version of himself, is the one who told them where I live and is the one who worked them into a frenzy to begin with.
I have video footage of the homeless man who died Nov 19, 2021… a LOT of it. He knew Ben. That was obvious. Me and Ben were walking Main Street every night the summer of 2021 and the homeless man from under the trestle bridge would stop to talk to us a few times a week. And those weren’t just videos, those were Twitch livestreams so everyone watching my channel saw this homeless man stop and talk to Ben… he said he knew us. I did not recognize him, but Ben… I don’t know… Ben acted like he did know the homeless man, but didn’t want me to know it, so he told the homeless man he was mistaken. But people around local are saying that thie homeless man who kept showing up in my videos IS Todd Murphy, they say they saw my videos and it was Todd Murphy in my videos.
I am finding this whole thing very confusing… because NOW… even though I have video footage of Ben talking to the homeless man, Ben now claims, he never saw the homeless man at all and tells me I’m delusional. That's what he said: Ben said: “Your delusional, there was no homeless man” and, yet hundreds of people, many of them local, saw those videos of Ben talking to the homeless man. Which means, the man Ben was when he was walking with mt summer 2021,is NOT the man he is right now… and… either this a new 8th personality Ben has recently developed, or, it’s the High Priest back, but being deliberately sneaky to try to hide the fact that he’s the High Priest… which is odd, because before now, NONE of Ben’s multiple personalities have ever showed any signs of acknowledging any of the others, and the High Priest trying to high he’s the High Priest by trying to act like a different person, indicates the High Priest DOES remember and IS AWARE of the other personalities.
As you are well aware, I HATE the High Priest. I want nothing to do with him. I never would have married Ben if I had ever encountered his High Priest alter ego before marrying him.
June 26, 2016… FBI Agent Andy Drewer asked me to meet him at his Portland office on Middle St. He had… info. And a new primary suspect. Ben, specifically his High Priest alter ego, is the FBI’s #1 suspect in being the inforat, who told the golf club attackers I was at BugLight Lighthouse November 14, 2013. The FBI has phone records. I told only 3 people, where I was going that night: my mother, my father, and Ben. I told them only 5 minutes before I left, because I had been sick earlier and had previously told everyone I was not going to that event at the college. According to the FBI, my parents and step father Wayne Whiyyen, never left Biddeford, they continued to argue all night, and the FBI knows this because my father had hired a private investigator to tail Wayne, and so they have a lot of evidence as to where 2 of the 3 were. Ben on the other hand, called his friend Rick, the same Rick who was in my yard April 10, 2015… Minutes after I left my dad’s Water St apartment and drive to Southern Maine Community College, November 14, 2013… Ben called Rick. Rick drove to Ben’s house. And the two of them together left.
FBI Agent Andy Drewer had one question: “How well do you trust Ben? Because right now, he’s our primary suspect.”
They believe Ben told Rick, I was pregnant with someone else’s baby and Rick is the one who sent the golf club women to deliberately kill my baby.
Why do they believe this?
Because between 1987 and 2013 I have had 7 miscarriages, something that can be proven… Ben ins the only man I’ve ever been with. It’s not possible for anyone else to be the father. This was my 8th pregnancy by Ben and he was at the time running around accusing me of cheating on him with Etiole. The thing is… he IS the one people call Etiole… but his D.I.D. means he things Etiole is someone else, he doesn’t believe its him, because none of his personalities have any memory of each other.
Ben is a total nightmare to live with because I never know from one day to the next, who the hell he is going to be that day.
Ben has denied every pregnancy. Why? His exact words are: “I wouldn’t. I am a High Priest. What would the Bishop think?”
According to the FBI too, Ben, behind my back, runs around from one LDS/Mormon congregation to the next tell people that I am quote: “An unrhightious, unfaithful aunty-Mormon who puts the church down.”
Interestingly, I have been a member of the Mormon church since 1975. Ben joined in the 1980s. Ben left the church in 2015. I am still a member.
My FATHER is an extremist anti-Mormon, who preaches hatred for the Mormon church. Not me. Kenny, my father, is the anti-Mormon. My father, is such a huge radical extremist anti-Mormon that he has gone on to convince my mother, a 5th generation Mormon who is related to one of Smith’s poly-wives, to leave the church. She left the Mormon church in 1994 and joined up with some anti-Mormon group lead by some woman named Tanner or something. My mother, took her anti-Mormonis to extremes far above and beyond my father, taking to FaceBook and a forum called exMormon something and went total psycho nutjob anti-Mormon conspiracy theory all over the internet through the late 1990s into the 200s and still does it to this day now in 2023, preaching her wild anti-Mormon conspiracy theories now 27 years. In 3 years it’ll be her 30th anniversary of her wild mega hyper anti-Mormon rampage, with my father cheering her on and needling her forward the whole way in a weird Bonnie and clyde style vendetta attack everyone who is a Mormon hate fueled bigotry.
I on the other hand, am still a Mormon, have never had anything to do with the anti-Mormon movement, and, was shocked to learn from the FBI, that, the anti-Mormon rumors about me online are massive, and spread largely by members of the Saco and Sanfard Wards, with their info being just misinformation they regurgitate after talking to Ben, my mother, or my father.
Apparently, because I am bedridden and crippled, since 2013, and thus have had no way to get to church these past nine years, this, my absence in church meetings, after 48 years of never once missing a meeting, has allowed my mother, my father, and Benn to be able to spread wild anti-Mormon rumors about me, with the 3 of them going to my church, the Sandford Ward, and telling the church leaders that I’m not in church because I’ve turned anti-Mormon.
And yet, it is Ben who is the biggest anti-Mormon of all… he’s actual friends with that Tanner woman. My parents only run around preaching the Tanner woman’s message, Ben, actually sought her out and became personal friends with her and helps the Tanner woman one on one…. And he brags about this all the time.
I’m sick of hearing all the anti-Mormon Tanner woman bullcrap from Ben and my father and my mother so, whenever any of the three of them start chiding me for being a Mormon and telling me how evil and deceived I am because I refuse to leave the Mormon church, I just put my headphones on and listen to Markiplier YouTube videos and, ignore them.
I don’t hate the Mormon church like Ben, my mother, and my father do, so I am fed up with them constantly bitching at me because I’m a Mormon. Which is why I’ve not spoken to my father in 3 years even though we live in the same apartment, and was a contributing factor to why I blocked my mother on FaceBook in 203 and have had no contact with her at all offline since… though that hasn’t stopped her from showing up, trespassing, and hounding me.
Ben, is far worse then my mother or my father combined… since 2015, he has hand written thousands of anti-Mormon letters to every church leader he can find, local, not local, all the heads in Utah… and he bought a dozen cases, each case with 144 books in it, cases of Ket Kerr’s books and daily mails them out to every member on every rouster list of every ward in the Exiter and Augusta stakes, using his position as High Priest Quorum leader to get the home addresses of every Mormon in Southern Maine and New Hampshire, mailing all of them aunty-Mormon letters and copies of Kat Kerr’s books. Ben, as you know, has more money then he knows what to do with, and right now, he’s spreading thousands of dollars every day, just on the postage stamps to mail Kat Kerr’s books and his anti-Mormon letters to every local Mormon he can find.
And so, I knew he was mailing out the Kat Kerr books… but, until FBI agent Andy Drewer told me, I did not know that Ben and my mother and my father, having been putting MY NAME of the letters they are mailing out to people, and the three of them, through impersonating me, have got my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, 100% convinced that I stopped attending church because I’mm now an anti-Mormon who hates the church, and that’s why my church, the Sanford Ward, and it’s sister church, the Saco Ward, are both unaware that I have NOT left the church, but rather I’m bedridden and crippled and have no one to help me get to church.
And so, now I’m finding out, that Ben, my mother, and my father, working together, according to the FBI, seem to be the fuel that is, and has been for several years, the fuel working locals up into a frenzy… including, they are the ones who are getting the Atwaters riled up, my being an Atwater, and the Atwaters further fueling locals on top of what Ben, my mother, and my father are doing.
What is their motive?
I ask them.
My father says he’s doing it to impress my mother so she’ll remarry him.
My mother says she’s doing it because I need to sell my land and give her the money so she can buy a house in Kennebunk.
Ben says he’s doing it because Mormons are led astray by Satan and he has to save my soul from Hell.
I’m so sick of all of them.
You know, one of the things I find most weird about the Atwaters is that so many of them seem to think I know them, even though I have never met them, nor even know any of their names.
Of the original twelve, I have only ever met five of them. And while I know Danny, I don’t even know the names of his siblings. I met Angelia once when she was twelve, at a Halloween party at the Cape Elizabeth Ward LDS Church, and then I saw her for about 2 minutes before she left. And Danny I only met when I was 37 years old and I only saw him about 10 times, back when my mother was trying to scam him out of his money from being hit by a train… which I didn’t know that was why she was visiting him, until a few years later when she had a big rant about how she wouldn’t visit him any more because he was, in her words “stingy and greedy” because he refused to give her the money to “use as a downpayment for a house in Kennebunk”. I should have known that was why she was visiting him, as that’s the only reason she ever does anything. She’s obsessed with trying to by that $3.7million mansion by the Wedding Cake House, and has been trying to scam relatives out of money for a downpayment on it for decades now… it was her reason for her involvement in the backhoe that her brother Joey hired to drive over my house. She and Joey figured I’d sell my land if there was no house on it. They didn’t exect me to set up a lean to made out of a 8x6 tarp and just spend the next 9 years living under that.
I met Doris once when she was squatting illegally on my land back in 1996. Took me and the Old Orchard Beach Police 9 months to get them out. I only ever saw her one day. She had 4 military tents, the size houses, 2 Winobegos and a Cadillac, that they illegally dumped on top of my corn crops, along with more then 600 bicycles, and 2 school buses full of sawed up copper pipes. Took us 9 months to find out who in the hell was living there and dumping that garbage on m land, and it turned out it was Doris. Only time I ever saw her, was one day, for about 15 minutes.
I remember Micheal, Tonya, and Scotty from before the caged years, but, I was put in the cage hen I was 8 years old, so I’ve not seen then since I was 8.
Once every year, usually on September 19th, David and Lucy would show up with a herd of incredibly violent gun toting vandals who would go through our farm and use shovels to chop the heads off all our pet cats, dogs, hens, ducks, and roosters. They were kill 200 to 500 of our pets every year in this anuel bloodbath on my farm. I don’t know who the hoodlums were. David said they were his kids, but he also said he had 15 kids and there were WAY more then 15 people involved in the annual Sptember 19 boodbaths… way more, closer to 100. Brucie said once that it was not JUST Davivd’s kids, but also a group known as The Halls. I don’t know who any of them were, but the police showed up every time, trying to get them out, and they always had huge shootouts with the police every year. It’s why I have a massive phobia of guns. A bunch of them were arrested in 1982, when that time the state police drg team showed up and arrested them and confincasted meth, marhawana, opium, and LSD
I know Dickie, Brucie, David, and Barbara because they were the ones that helped my mother build that room, that they locked me in when I was 8 years old, right after my Grammy Hellen Ricker’s funeral. They kept me in there for 27 years. One of the 4 of them would show up every 12 days to throw rotted molded food in the cracks between the boards. They are the only 4 Atwaters I know, and I only know them from their weekly coming into the room to beat me up, torture me. They are the five who raised me and said I was not Human, said I was a Demon and that I wasn’t allowed out of that room because Demons weren’t allowed to have contact with Humans.
I was 12 years old when the High Priest found out about that room, and he took me out every Sunday to go to church, and then took me back to that room after.
No one ever told me I was a Human and was allowed to go outside or talk to Humans until the social workers showed up when I was 31 years old. They are the ones who started using the term “feral child” to describe me and they to this day are still trying to “integrate me into Human culture” but two of them say they have given up on trying to convince me I am Human, they say there is little chance of my mind ever fully grasping the concept of being human because it’s too difficult to undo the three decades of Brucie, David, Dickie, Barbara, and my mother doing their “child social experiment” (as the social workers call it) to raise me to believe I was not human. They said the bigger problem is the fact that almost immediately after I was rescued out of that room/cage they kept me locked in for 27 years, the 2006 bomb blew up my house, which the FBI says it was Barbara’s husband Paul Martel who did that, but I don’t know why, as I never met him or even knew about him prior to the FBI arresting him, and the backhoe arrived to drive over my house 5 different times over the next 10 years, same back hoe, same yard, different house each time, as I kept rebuilding houses. Then I found that headless girl in the marsh with all the headless dogs and the FBI thinks one of the Atwaters did it seeing how the headless dogs were lined up in a row from my land to the march, each dog about 500 feet apart (for some reason the Saco and Sanford ward church members forget my land in Old Orchard abuts the Scarborough Marsh and is right on the edge of OOB bordering Pine Point in Scarborough. And that the dead girl in the Scarborough marsh was literally only a few hundred feet away from my driveway… they keep asking why I am obsessed with the Oulette Case, but they forget I’m the one who found the dead girl in the Marsh and that she was set up in a friging ritual pose, practically on my front lawn AND the FBI thinks the whole thing was done in some weird attempt by the Atwaters to frame me, so that I would go to prison for murder and they culd take my land… which it’s always my land and the Atwater obsession with taking it that is at the core of everything)
But in any case, the social workers say that because these events were my very first interactions with Humans, that it instilled in me an psychosis effect of further belief in not being human because I had trouble accepting the fact that I am the same type of creature as the monsters humans are, because, yeah, all I’ve ever seen from humans is death, bloodshed, violence and distruction. I have no reason to WANT to be integrated into a society that leaves headless dogs and headless girls in my front yard.
But then 2013, came along…. Social workers got me into college in 2010, in an attempt to show me that ONLY the Atwaters were shitty bloodthirsty bastards and that MOST humans don’t drop dead headless animals all over their houses and yards the way the Atwares do. And they were right. Humans in college were nothing like the Atwaters and their drug dealing, petty thieve, ganster thugs. The social workers and police keep telling me that this sort of behavior is not normal and that it is ONLY something the Atwaters and their friends do, that normal humans don’t act, do, or say the things the Atwaters do.
But then, I’m constantly running into people who make the claim to “know all about” me and they will spout off this weird freaked out stuff about witchcraft and curses and spelcasting and aliens and ufos and, I’m left totally clueless because I don’t know a single thing at all about witchcraft or curses or spellcasting or aliens or ufo, and I can’t figure out why these people think I have the faintest idea what the fuck they are even talking about.
They’ll say they thought I was some expert in casting curses and say they want to hire me to cast curses on people, and they act like spell casting is some sort of job I do. I don’t know heads or tails about spell casting.
They’ll say, “But your the sea witch of Old Orchard Beach”... yeah, people have been calling me that ever since Stephen King filmed Thinner on my land back in the early 1990s, but, I’ve never read a Stephen King book or seen a Stephen King movie, not even Thinner, so, I haven’t got a clue what is in his books and movies. All I know is he based some “Gypsy witch” in Thinner off me, because I’m the “Queen” (aka Priestess) of a local Gypsy clan. A Gypsy Queen is similar to a Catholic Nun in the Folk Catholicism of Mexico and has nothing to do with witches, witchcraft, spells, or curses, so I don’t know what the fuck Stephen King did in the Thinner movie to make people think I’m some kind of spell casting witch, but, people seem to have trouble understanding that the Thinner movie is FICTIONAL. I’m not a witch and I don’t know the first thing about witches or witchcraft. I haven’t got a clue how to cast spells or curses. And I can’t figure out why so many total random strangers think they can walk up to me at WalMart or Rotary Park or the library and demand I cast some curse on someone for them.
But, when these people do this, and it happens EVERY SINGLE TIME I go outside, which I have agoraphobia, so it’s sometimes weeks or months between my setting foot outside, every single time I go out, some one always identifies me as a witch and watches a curse cast.
At the same time I’ve got these UFO nuts constantly coming up to me asking me this or that about some weird ass alien ufo idea, and I never have a clue what they are talking about, They use all sorts of weird ass words and phrases that I’ve never heard before and gibber on like another language which I can’t understand… but then they act all surprised that I don’t know the meanings of the words they are using, and they’ll say: “But I thought you were supposed to be a top expert on UFOs and alien abductions” and I’m like what the hell are they even talking about and how the hell would anyone in their right mind come to think that I would believe in ufos or aliens, when I think people who believe in ufos and aliens are raving lunatics, my uncle Brucie being a perfect example of a raving lunatic who believes in aliens and ufos.
I don’t get it.
But then, every time this happened, and it just happened again today, because, as you know I’ve not received any mail since May 2022 and I went to the post office yet again today to once again ask where the hell is my mail… and low and behold, I can’t set foot outside without some alien believing, curse believing freak ass weirdo nutjob showing up to ask me to put a curse on someone while gibbering about ufos.
I ask him, where the hell did he get the ludacris idea that I was a witch, that I cast curses, or that I believed in aliens, nd he said: “Well, your mother says on FaceBook…” yeah, my mother is a freaking nut, which is why I’ve had nothing to do with her in decades. She’s a white power freak who runs around calling black people the n-word, is part of the anti-vaccer micro-chip in vaccines conpreracy theory, wouldn’t let me or my brothers go to school because in her words “the government controls the schools, and satan controls the government”, SHE spends 90% of her time running around putting curses on people, all she does is talk about whores and demons, demons and whores, every other word out of her mouth is either demon or whore. And the only time she ever shows up its because she’s trying to pul yet another lame ass scam to try to steal my land because she hated my grandmother and says it’s her life duty to destroy everything that”ever bolgned to that old bitch of a whore” including the farm I inherted from gramy Helen. My mother is spiteful, violent, vindictive, and has a police record for running around beating people in the face with bricks. On top of all of that she’s chronic liar and I’ve never heard a truthful word come out of her mouth.
I am well aware that my mother is the source of 90% of the problem, simply because she’s the biggest fucking gossip in Southern Maine, after he sister Barbara, and the two of them are rather famous all over Maine for thei trouble they have caused HUNDREDS of families. They are petty Karens who devote every minute of their lives to making up vicsious rumors and lies about every person they see, both people they know and people they don’t know.
And thanks to the FBI investigation into the murder of my on, I’ve found out a LOT about both my mother and Barbara and the bizarre, outlandish extremes they each have gone to in their petty vindictivness.
But the fact remains, I’ve not had contact with either of those bitches in several decades, precisely because I am sick and tired of their endless hate for everything and everyone around them. They both do nothing but gossip and lie, lie and gossip, and run around like a couple of teenage brats making a game out of seeing who they can hurt next … they fucking brag about it and spend hours laughing over how fun it is to destroy families.
It doesn’t take any level of intelligence to see that the dynamic trio (Barbara, Brucie, and my mother) are the source of every damn rumor about everyone in York County, Maine.
It’s such a big problem that I’ve had people come to my apartment and ask me if I could ask my mother and her siblings to leave their family alone. The fucking Biddeford Police have stopped by my apartment to ask me if I could do anything about my mother, that’s how I found out it was HER who knows Todd Murphey, because the police came right out and told me that my mother has been harassing Todd Murphey’s ex-wife and 15 year old son on their FaceBook accounts and wanted to know if I could ask her to stop.
No. I can’t. And you know why? Because when I asked her to stop spreading witchcraft and curse casting rumors about me, she arrived the next day and cut my car in half! The 1964 Dodge 330… she said it had a demon in it and she had to kill the demon by killing the car. What the fuck? She’s fucking insane!
And worse… half the time, these people will tell me some name I never heard of. Say this or that person told them I was a witch who cast curses or was some alien expert, and I’ll ask them who the hell is that, and they’ll say: “Oh that’s one of Brucie’s kids” or “David’s kids” or a grandkid… and I’ll point ou that I’ve NEVER EVEN MET Brucie's kids or Davids kids or ANY of the rest of the Atwares.
There are more then four hundred Atwaters, and I’ve meet EXACTLY SEVEN of them in my life time. I don’t even know the names of all the original twelve, let alone the names of their kids or grandkids… why would I? Most of them live in Utah and I’ve not set foot outside of Maine for nearly SIXTY YEARS!
I’ve never in my entire life even talked with an Atwter, not face to face off line, not online.
Because I’ve never even seen pictures of any of the Atwaters, I wouldn’t even know an Atwater if I saw one!
And yet, they run around spouting off things I supposedly said or did, and make the claim I’ve talked to them… and I’m just left wondering who the fuck is running around talking to the Atwaters while pretending to be me, because I don’t even know who the Atwaters are!
Clearly, there is someone out there pretending to be me and the Atwaters think they are talking to me, but they are NOT talking to me, I’m not talking to them, and I want to know in the the fuck is running around pretending to be me?
Its so damned fucking obvious the Atwaters don’t know one iota about me, just by the level of the ludicrous witchcraft, curse, alien, and ufo lies they spread around about me!
I should be able to go to my post office, go shopping, heck just walk down my driveway to get my mail, without being bombarded with stupid ass freaks gibbering about witches, curses, demons, aliens, and ufos! I am so damned sick of my mother and her fucking Atwater relatives…
You know, another thing that’s fucked up about all this and again is my mother running around lying her ass off to hell and back, yet again… is this whole situation with HER cats.
The attack on my family, happened the same day as the whole thing with her cats, and she is so obsessed with the cats, that she has gone out of her way to run around telling people that when I talk about April 10, 2025, I’m talking about HER cats… but, in order to further promote that lie, she also tells people they were MY cats! What the fuck?
You know that Nick guy my mother sleeps around with? The one she broke up his marriage, convinced him to leave his wife and kids down in Mass and move up here to Maine, because she was scamming him… the guy she stole his credit card and went and bought that shed she put on my land, and bought those $2k dogs with, and bought those appliances with, and bought that tractor with, before that Nick guy found out she stole his credit cards? Him.
Did you know, she convinced him that she owned MY land in Old Orchard Beach, and she tried to get him to join her scam, and pretend he was a real estate agent, and my mother and her pimp Nick tried to sell my land last year… and this is not the first time she’s done this.
Did you know, that in 2007, she went to the town hall, pretending to be me, had them divide my land into sections, and then sold one section? That’s why Don Cooliard and his sister have a house in my driveway now… something they built in 2019… and it was when they built the house in 2019, that was when I found out my shit face mother and her jackass whore master Nick, sliced off a peice of my land in 2007 and sold it!
I had no idea they had done it!
That’s the kind of shit faced scum bag scam artist my mother and her fuck buddy Nick are!
But it gets worse.
My mother had 83 cats… eighty three cats.
And she was hiding 113 of them in an apartment owned by this Nick scammer. He found out she had cats in her apartment… guess what day… April 14, 2015. The day before the attack on my farm.
Here’s a thing… did you know there were no locks on the doors of my motorhome? Not one. I bought it February 21, 2012, and first thing I did was took all the locks off, because I have a PTSD phobia of locks, after my mother kept me locked in the room cage thing for 27 years.
And yet… when the vandals showed up with a Blow Brothers sewage truck to fill my motorhome with 500 gallon of raw feces, they had to pry a padlock off the door to get inside. A padlock, that I did not put there.
Do you know how that padlock got there? My mother put it there the night before, when she took HER thirteen cats, and shoved them in my motorhome, without telling me she was doing it… because she had to hide them from Nick.
People often ask, why, I a professional artist whom has had displayed at the Portland Museum of art… don't paint anymore.
It’s because paint supplied are expensive, and 500 gallons of raw human feces not only did $10k in damages to my bedroom, it also destroyed $30k in art materials.
But it gets worse… my mother was two timing Nick with both my father Kenny and her other ex husband Wayne… and on top of that, she was mad at Wayne, so, it turns out, that 7 of those cats were HIS cats, and she had stolen them from HIM…. so not only was she hiding thirteen cats from Nick, but seven of those cats were stolen cats besides!
She put the cats in my motorhome, them, because she is fueding with ALL her whore master fuck buddy men, one of them, the FBI hasn’t figured out which one yet, filled my motorhome with feces out of a Blow Brother’s sewage truck (my cousin Ken Blow is my neighbour, they stole one of his trucks to do it) , and then called the police and told them that the motorhome was HERS, because my mother had been running around telling everybody it was hers, she these guys thought they were pumping sewage into my mother’s bedroom and didn’t know they were pumping sewage into my bedroom.
But, because they DID know that she had put the cats in there, and they were made at both her and Wayne, they thought if they called the police, the police would arrest her and Wayne…
,...however, the gays haters of the local Mormon churches ALSO showed up that same morning, a completely separate incident from the cats, to attack my family, because, earlier that year, I had published a gay Romance novel, called Night of the Screaming Unicorn, and these gay hating church freaks, decided murdering my family was punishment for me publishing a Gay Romance novel.
A fucking five towns worth of police, including a SWAT team showed up… the white robed klan pretenders fled, thep police found the cats, I was left asking “What cats? What are you even talking about?” Later an officer asked me if I knew the cats, and I said, “Yeah, these ones belong to my step father Wayne up in Biddeford and those ones belong to my on the other side of Bideford, how the hell did they get in my motorhome?”
And the court cases people talk about… there where SEVEN different court cases going on all at once, including the Guy Gamon murder trail because he murdered my dog walker who walked my dog when I was sick, which was the big case, that uncovered he was a serial rapist, and went on for several years and included a jury trial.
The murder trail of my family was also going on. Different court case.
And then, my MOTHER had a court case going on with police over the cats, which, in the middle of that, she spun it around, started telling people the cats were mine, and the next thing I knew, there were TWO MORE court cases slapped on me, that I knew nothing about… both an extension of the cat case my mother had going on, because 2 weeks into HER court case about HER cats that SHE hid from Nick in MY motorhome, she had Nick convince the police to switch the case out of her name into my name, because she had convinced Nick that the cats were mine! So all of a sudden, I get this weird court case about HER cats slapped on me, on top of the three murder cases and rape case, that were already going on.
The cat court case lasted less then an hour before the judge threw it out of court, telling some Dan guy that if he ever tried to pull a stunt like this again (apparently he worked for the Old Orchard Beach town hall and had pulled scam court cases to frame disabled women before, because the judge told the Dan guy that this was the 64th bogus case he had done to try to steal land from disabled women in OOB)...... but… the judge was asking me about the cats, and I keep telling him, I don’t know anything about the cats because they were not my cats, they were my mother’s cats, and I still had no clue how they had even gotten in my motorhome in Old Orchard Beach, 14 miles away from Nick’s apartment in Biddeford where they had been for several years before that. Finally the judge asked if someone could get my mother to the court house, and surprisingly she showed up… with Nick of all people… and she boo-hooed to the court about the cats being mine, and my being homeless and living under a tarp (I was still living under the tarp in 2015, but not at the time of the attack… I had just moved in with my dad in Biddeford March 31, 2015 due to I have just come out of intensive surgery and the doctor wanted me to not be sleeping outdoors for the next 6 months because I had intensive amounts of surgery to heal from, so I wasn’t in Old Orchard the day my mother put HER cats in my motorhome and that’s why I had no clue the cats were in there).
Well, the judge got mad at my mother, because it was blatantly obvious to him that the cats were hers, because she was using all the cats’ names, while I didn’t know the cats’ names, and she was describing what they looked like and what breeds and ages they were, while I didn’t know what half the cats looked like, Three of the cats I had never even seen before, and I didn’t know their names. I didn’t know how many cats there were!
The judge outright told my mother to her face that she ought to be ashamed of what she did, framing me and pretending the cats were mine, and he sent the cats to the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter, something we knew right there in the court room, but in order to get pity, and money (my mother started a fund raiser on one of those kickstarter type places) saying she needed to raise money to locate the cats. What the fuck? We knew where the cats were. They were at the West Kennebunk Animal Shelter… she even went there to try to get them back… asked me to drive her there in my car, took Wayne with her because the cats were technically HIS cats that she stole from him… I have the whole thing on video camera, it was livestreamed… she had a big fucking fight with the people at the shelter and they told her they’s arrest her if she ever tried to get near their shelter again.
After that, she built up this weird ass conspiracy that the cats were sent to lots of shelters and foster care… which they probably were., I don’t know… and she went from one animal shelter to the next harassing them.
Meanwhile, her friend Joel Baily hacks my Twitter account and uses it to harass, yet another of my mother’s whore master men that she sluts around with trying to get money out of… some guy named Mark, who I never heard of before, but apparently, he’s been friends with my mother AND my father for some forty odd years, even though I myself had never seen or heard of him before. And yes, the same Joel Bailey from the Saco Ward and Old Orchard Beach town hall who went to prison for hacking the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall bank account and transferring $30MILLION in OOB tax money to members of the Saco Ward church… who it turns out, most of them were the anti-gay attackers in my yard April 10, 2015, which is why 24 members of that church went to prison between 2016 and 2021.
So, I’m still unable to do anything because, you know, still recovering from major spine surgery, because of the golf club attack that murdered my son in 2013, three years earlier, I didn;t have surgery until 2015 and 2016., because of the fucking red tape the USA medical system runs on… here I am, not online at all since November 14, 2013, so I have not yet told anyone about any of the April 10, 2015, and come January 2016, all of a sudden, there’s the Mark guy who crawls out of the woodwork, with yet another court case, this one claiming I was saying stuff on Twittrer about him… and yet, I had never heard of this guy before AND I hadn’t been online since November 14, 2013, so what the fuck? Who the hell is hacking my Twitter account pretending to be me, while harassing this guy I never even heard of before. But by this point FBI Agent Andy Drwer had taken over the whole case, and by June 2016, he found out, yeah,:” it’s your mother’s friends from the Saco Ward church. She’s convinced them the cats were yours and that you need to be punished for animal abuse, that you didn’t even do, by hacking your accounts and framing you” Great. So yet again, my mother and her cat obsession and her Atwater friends, and her Saco ward friends, and her fcck buddies are at the core of all of this, with them once again, putting my name on something I fucking had no part of and didn’t even know anything about! What the fuck!
This court case was ALL livestreamed, you can go watch it on YouTube. The Cat Court case was also live streamed. You can watch that on YouTube too. The murder court cases and the rape court cases, also livestreamed. You can watch them on YouTube too. And then on top of that, was the Too Gay For Old Orchard Beach Court case with the Old Orchard Bach Town Hall… also livestreamed, you can watch that on YouTube as well.
My mother, Nick. all these Saco Ward church people, the Dan guy, the Mark guy, the Gene guy… they are ALL on livestream… the judges, the police officers, the witnesses, the DA, even the FBI agents… all recorded, all livestreamed on Twich, all archived on YouTube, all SEVEN court cases, every day of every trial. You can go watch them all yoursel and see the truth, instead of listening to siller gossip and rumors started by my mother and her Nick buddy trying to cover their asses for trying to steal my land YET AGAIN, via the cats.
But have you ever noticed it is ONLY my mother and Nick talking about the cats in connection to April 10, 2015… do you notice how I never talk about the cats, because… oh look… they were NOT my cats, they were my MOTHER’S cats and that’s why SHE is talking about them?
Did you also notice how, in order to make people believe the cats were mine, that both my mother and Nick, are going out of their way to try to erase the existence of my family that was murdered that same day?
Did you notice how in order to push THEIR cat agenda, my mother and Nick are are doing a major gaslighting move to try to make everyone FORGET what happened two years earlier on November 14, 2013, the day my son was murdered and my spine was broken?
Did you notice how my mother and Nick are trying to use THEIR cats as a slight of hand move, so people wouldn’t see that they DID steal and sell part of my land to Don Colliard in 2007 nd that they tried to sell another section of my land in March 2015… yes, yet another court case which was going on, BEFORE the cats happened, and that the FBI believes my mother and Nick pulled the cat stunt deliberately to try to make people look the other way and forget that she and Nick tried to steal my land only 2 weeks prior to the cat event? Or that she and Nick tried for a THIRD time to steal and sell my land April 2022…
Know the truth.
Those cats were not mine, they never were, and I’m sick and tired of the jack ass fucking animal abuse rumors and lies my mother and Nick are spreading about me… lies that they are spreading ONLY to try to cover up the fact that they were trying to steal my land, to sell my land, so my mother could by some fucking mansion in Kennebunk.
Well guess what… my son is buried on my land, He’s been buried there since November 2013, and it doesn’t matter that there is no house on my land, because my son’s there and I’m never selling it. And my mother and he Nick and Saco Ward and Atwater friends are bunch of fucking scum bags who don’t give a shit about anything but the damned fucking money they think they can get out of my land.
So, we have confirmation that yes, our mail IS being stolen from 146 Portland Ave. As you already know, we have not received mail since May 2022 and it is now March 2023, it's nearly a year. Post office has just been saying "we are short drivers" and has not looked into it... so we went over the heads of the local Old Orchard Beach post office and went to the distribution center, and told the state post master what was going on, they got in touch with our delivery driver, and he has delivered our mail every day, all year, and is baffled because the post office had not alerted him that we were not getting our mail. So, YES, if you live on Portland Ave, in Old Orchard Beach, and have not been receiving mail, and I know most of my neighbors are saying they've not gotten mail in weeks to months, as well, go to the Saco distribution center in the industrial park, and complain there, because tour driver IS delivering daily and has not been missing delivers... all missing mail from Portland Ave is stolen and you need to let them know what mail you have not received to they can get to the bottom of finding who is doing it.
So, while I was at the post office today, seeing how the post office is on the Cascade Road, out here in the Old Orchard Beach section of the Scarbourgh Marsh... I decided to check the family cross, see if the name Todd had been added, seeing how the vandals and shitard harassers can't stop gibbering Todd Murphey this and Todd Murphey that in my driveway, and nope... here it is, https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg as you can see the only two names are my cousin Timmy Murphy and my uncle Gordon Murphy. No Todd.
You know, I would recommend these shittards take their heads out of their asses, and drive through all the roads of the Scarbourough Marsh. Why?
This cross is one of the more then a hundred crosses in the marsh, which marks the locations of the one hundred and twenty people whom have been beheaded in a four mile radius since June 2001. This cross stand at the Ross Road x Cascade Rd intersection. The Cascade Road, as everyone who watches the local news is aware, is where bulk of the serial killer's attacks have occurred, which is why local news reporters have dubbed the entire case as "The Cascade Murders", officially know to law enforcement as "The Oulette Case".
If you start driving through all the side streets of the Scarbourgh Marsh, you will find there are 120 - one hundred and twenty - of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them, each marking the location where the the person dubbed by locals as "The Portland Ave serial killer" has murdered 120+ people between June 2001 and February 2021.
For some odd reason, the Sanford Ward LDS church, a church only a 30 minute drive awa from the Scarborough Marsh, is so clueless about the local biome, that they seem to think the ONLY place the Scarborough Marsh exists is across the street from the church owned candy store Len Libby's Chocolates.
Do you recall how people like to dub my land "Etiole's Swamp"... do you know why they do that? Because my land is a literal swamp. It's a peat bog, with more sinking quicksand and 6 foot tall marsh grass, then solid ground. I live IN the Scarbough Marsh, as does EVERYONE on Portland Ave, Ross Road, Pine Point Road, Cascade Road, Walnut Street, East Grand Ave, West Grand Ave, Milliken Mills Rd, and more then 200 - two hundred - other streets in Old Orchard Beach, all of which are located inside the Scarborough Marsh.
The Marsh is not JUST in Scarborough, nor is it just that one quart mile stretch of road across from Len Libby's. The Marsh sits in two countries and five towns, and covers several thousand acres of land... and the Scarborough WalMart and the South Portland Main Mall, both site in the marsh, with both of those mega buildings building on a massive system of concrete pilings to keep them from sinking into the many acres of peat bog that site under each of those buildings.
But do take a drive on the above listed streets in Old Orchard, as well as the following ones in Pine Point: Pine Point Rd, Blue Point Rd, Black Point Rd, Dunstan Corner, Portland Rd aka Rt 1, Payne Rd, and all the little side streets off of each one. In Saco head to Heath St, Jenkins Rd, Flag Pond Rd (stop and see the very real pet cemetery where Stephen King's The Pet Cemetery movie was filmed while you are there), and all their side streets, yes those are in the Scarbourogh Marsh as well... and instead of just blindly driving through the Marsh on your way to work, slow down and start counting the crosses... big white crosses, little white crosses, unpainted wooden crosses, reflector covered orange crosses... see if you can find all one hundred and twenty crosses in the Scarbourogh Marsh... they sit in 5 towns, in 2 counties... and every one of them marks the location of someone who was beheaded by a still uncaught, still actively killing people, serial killer who has plagued the streets in the Portland Ave region of the Scarbough Marsh since June 2001.
But as you can see, it's Timmy Murphy who was beheaded on the Cascade Rd... not Todd Murphy... there's it's cross which has stood there since June 2013.
You know, if these harassers spent more time paying attention to what is going on around them, and less time being self absorbed jerks... they'd know these crosses were here... they'd know, Old Orchard Beach has a serial killer on the lose who has beheaded more then 120 people and left their bodies at cross road intersections all over the marsh... they'd know that this has been going on for 18 years now, and they'd know that my family had been hit by this madman multiple times now, fist killing my cousin Timmy Murphy, then killing my baby and leaving me not only crippled, but also one of only 5 people to live through and survive one of this serial killer's attacks, thus WHY the FBI is so hyper focused on not letting me out of their sight because this killer has a history of not leaving people alive... they'd know that SEVENTEEN families all within a quarter mile section of Portland Ave, between Walnut St and Milekin Miles Rd, 17 families in this space of street, have not only have their families murdered, but their houses bulldozed by a backhoe, and in just those 17 families, in addiction to the dead people, there are also more then FIVE HUNDRED dead pets, including cats, dogs, birds, and horses, every one of which was beheaded and the headless pet hung from rope nooses and draped in trees and porches of the 17 families... something the FBI says is a scene from a Stephen King book, which the serial killer likes to recreate... and then the FBI points out this: each of those 17 families has appeared in The Thinner movie... it's the one common thread for ALL 120+ Scarbourough Marsh killings: every sing victim has somehow been involved in the filming on one of the 14 Stephen King movies which was filmed in Saco, Old Orchard Beach, and Scarboughor back in the 1980s. According to the FBI, EVERY SINGLE ONE of these murders, animal killings, harassments, vandalisms, and hate crimes, can be found in a Stephen King book and this lunatic is recreating "art" in tribute to Stephen King, using the bodies of family members who were involved in the filming of Stephen King's oldest movies.
If these people in the Sanford Ward church would take their heads out of Joesph Smith's ass long enough to look around, they would have known these things were going on, that they were going on to people in their congregation, that several members of their congregation have stopped attended church because they were murdered, that several other members of their congregation no longer attend because like me they are crippled and bed ridden from these attacks, and that 24 members of their congregation no longer attend church because they are in prison for their connections and involvements in these murders.
Heck, these murders have been all over the TV and paper news for 18 years now... you'd think the people of the Saco and Sanford Ward LDS churches - who are the ones in my driveway bitch screaming about Todd Murphey for the past 2 years now - would at least have seen enough TV news or newspaper news... oh look, did you know one of the big name newscasters on TV, someone who has in fact covered the Scarbough Marsh case on TV several times now, is a member of the Sanfard Ward congregation, and even SHE knows what's going on, obviously because she's one of the reporters who keeps showing up to interview all us families who live in in the Scarborough Marsh... so I know not everyone in the Sandford Ward is clueless as to what has been going on in the community round them.... several of these church members are outright screaming, literally screaming from my neighbor's front porch in Biddeford, that they never heard of any of this before... I'm sorry... what the fuck?
The Scarbourough Marsh murders is quite literally the biggest unsolved murder case in all of New England, not just Maine, it's been covered by DateLine, 20/20 and half the crime network tv shows! The fucking planet has heard of it! These people are telling me, literally, while standing on my neighbors front porch and shrieking at the tops of their lungs, that they never heard of this murder case, a murder case I've not stopped talking about for the last 9 years because as of 9 years ago now members of my family have been murdered.. heck, with so many deaths now, it's pretty hard to find any family in the Scarbourough Marsh who DOESN'T have a dead relative killed by this nutjob... and these people, who vandalized our apartment building so bad that the landlord has a repair crew here all of this next upcoming summer... these vandals and hate fueled harassers from the Sandford Ward church, are telling me, that they had no clue any of this was going on?
And worse... y Atwater relatives... they keep showing up and ALSO saying they never heard of this... really? How? I know the FBI has been talking to them about it because they keep showing up in a rage yelling that the FBI was just at their house and it's all my fault and demanding I stop sending the FBI to their house... but I didn't send the FBI to their house, heck, I didn't even know they were related to me, as I never heard of them before they showed up to yell at me, so how the hell do they think I sent the FBI over there? What the fuck?
But also... what the fuck? Family members have been murdered and as far as I know, the FBI is trying to locate every relative to find out if they might have any information about a member of their family being murdered... I mean, if these people really are relatives, like they scream that they are when they are in my yard yelling at me, then, someone in my family being murdered IS ALSO someone in THEIR family being murdered.... and yeah, of course the law enforcement is going to go to every family member and ask for info, that's what law enforcement does, because, they just naturally assume that normal families help each other and WANT to solv a murder that happened in their family.
Which is something FBI Agent Andy Drewer pointed out to me, he said: "The Atware relatives of yours... they're pretty paranoid aren't they? I'm having trouble getting any of them to talk to me. Most slam the door in my face the minute I say I'm with the FBI. They act like they got something to hide. Looks mighty suspicious. Can you think of any reason why any of your uncles might want you dead?" That was the same day he pointed out that his five top suspects for the November 14, 2013 attack were my uncle Bruce, my aunt Barbara, my mother, my father, and Ben. He said he can prove they all knew about the golf club attack, and yet everyone of them is openingly, publicly denying any knowledge of it, and all five of them are doing their most public outspoken, over the top denying it in two places: The Saco Ward LDS Church and the Sandford Ward LDS Church.
And most disturbing of all is this: He says my father was having an affair with a woman named Claire back in the 1970s, and that my father and my mother and Claire and Claire's husband have been feuding since the late 1970s, a fued which goes on to this day... and... that on ALL of my mother's social media accounts, FaceBook, Twitter, Pinterest, everything, are two usernames that show up in her friends' lists: both with the same last name, one using the username Claire while posting a 4 door white truck as her user photo, and the other... wait for it... has the user name: KendraSilvermander".
Yep.
The FBI has found an actual person, a relative, in law of the Atwaters, who goes by the username KendraSilvermander.
Why is this significant?
The people who murdered my son at BugLight Light house art studio at Southern Maine Community College on November 14, 2013, was a blond woman whom the other two called "Claire", a red haired woman who was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine! I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!..." like she was singing a song... both women looked to be in their 60s, and today a decade later, would now be in their mid-70ish, and were with a large bald man, about 30th, today would be about 40ish, and the 3 of them left in a 4 door white pickup truck.
The odd thing is, people don't talk about themselves in 3rd person limited, but, that's what the red haired woman was doing.... and I've seen her before... she showed up at Westbrook Panera 3 different occasions in 2009 and 2010 and in each of those instances also did the same marching goosestep around, back then carrying a white poodle wearing a purple dragon coat... while again saying "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" while also bragging that her father owned Saco FunTownSplashtown USA and having a psychotic meltdown screaming" My chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, my chair, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIR!" Annalese, the woman sitting next to me, another published author, as thi was a NaNoWriMo writer's meeting, who was the NaNoWriMo Ml of Souther Maine, leaned over and whispered to me "That's Kendra Silvermander, she thinks she's he ML, we try to humor her. She can get rather violent if you don't."
Whoever this red haired woman is, she has a server, mega in need of medical care, mental disorder, appears to be incapable of functioning beyond the mental level of a two year old, and is quite proud of repeating her name as fast as an auctioneer. But, she speaks in 3rd person limited about herself, using us and ours and we to refer to herself, and uses the phrase: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" as though it was a period at the end of every sentence. I don't know what sort of a mental disorder she has, but Annelese was right, this woman gets over the top violent, as we quickly saw at Westbrook Panera in 2009, when she started slamming her dog on the table while chanting "My chair", and then quickly lashed out at me, in a mega violent rage of throwing chairs. The restaurant had to drag her out and make her leave.
She repeated this at three different writer's meetings at the Westbrook Panera in 2009 and 2010.
She is the same woman who was ordering/leading/demanding the blond Claire woman's golf club attack at Southern Maine Community college November 14, 2013, murdering my baby and crippling me.
She returned for a 5th attack June 26, 2016, again with the bond Claire woman, this time at Scarborough WalMart, and this time attacking with a shopping cart, this being the attack that caused the inoperable 3 broken vertebrae and the organ and nerve damage which caused my current crippled stat. In this attack, yet again the red haired woman was chanting: "I'm Kendra Silvermander It's my turn to shine, my turn to shine, my turn to shine!" but this time the blond woman was shrieking: "That's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband. That thing is Ken's son, look at how IT's dressed! Kill or be killed! Remember Saco Shaws! No more heads in ice cream! End the gaypocalypse! Kill the transvestite freak! Too Gay for the Family Friendly Town of Old Orchard Beach!" This time instead of driving away in a 4 door white truck driven by a bald man, this time he two women were alone and drove away in a gold Volvo late 1990s vintage suv station wagon.
The usernames now showing up on my mother's social media, and the Atwater relative's social media is significant, because, according the these FBI agents.... those are the exact same Atwaters who are REFUSING to talk to the FBI, slamming the doors in the FBI agents faces, and also, are the most vocal on social media in spreading the alien/UFO/witchcraft/cat rumors about me. And the FBI believes they not only know who the golf club murderer is, they likely were involved in planning the November 14, 2013 attack... and every one of them has been seen with the Sanford Ward LDS Church members who are likewise the biggest defamatory gossipers, running around slandering my name with their lies about witchcraft/curses/aliens/ufos/and cats.
AND... on top of that... they ae the EXACT SAME Atwaters ans Sandford Ward church members whom have spent the last two years bombarding my Biddeford apartment with these same rumors while the vandalize the building, which the landlord now has to spend the summer repairing.
AND... these are the same people who are also claiming, they had no clue these murders were going on in the Scarborough Marsh.
Overall... these people who are denying the events of the Scarborough Marsh murders, while simaltaniously going overboard gibbering lies about me online, are really working overtime at making themselves look like they were involved in the November 14, 2013 murder of my son, and making themselves look tremendously guilty of not only knowing who the killier is, but trying to cover up for the killer, and attempting to gaslight me with their weird alien rumors, in an attempt to make people not see their connection to the killer, that they are trying so very blatently to hide and are only succeeding and shining a mega sized spotlight of suspision on themselves, leaving everyone who is watching them doing it to ask: What the fuck did they do, that they are trying to hide so damned bad, that they are going mega big time slanderfeat screaming about aliens and ufos all over social media, trying to convince people that I believe in aliens and ufos when there are 40+ years of documented evidance of me debuncking aliens and proving their ufo accusations to a be a hoax they created to cover their own asses over a drug raid from 1982? And now they are rearing up their alien accusations again, which again, I can prove to be a hoax, because... what are they trying to cover up THIS time? Last time they rolled out the alien accusations they were trying to blame literal toddlers for the 1982 drug raid, by saying that 4, 5, and 6 year old children saw aliens... 72 people were arrested in the 1982 drug raid... there were no aliens... if anyone was seeing aliens, it was the drug addicted having drug induced hallucinations... and yet, those same drug dealers, now out of prison, are once again pointing to aliens, this time because they are mad that the FBI showed up to ask if they knew anything about the murder of my son.
???
Can I ask, what the fuck does not real, fictional aliens they saw because of drugs, during a 1982 drug raid, what does that have to do with my son being murdered?
And are they really that retarded that they think I control the FBI and tell the FBI what to do? What the fuck? Them coming over here and screaming for me to stop sending the FBI to their house, when I didn’t even know these people were relatives, never heard of them before, and wouldn’t even have had a way t tell the FBI a blooming thing about them at all, just makes them look suspicious, because for one thing: who even are these people? I still don’t know who they are! And for another thing, why do they think I sent the FBI over to them? And again: who are they? There are over 400 Atwaters and I’ve only ever met 7 of them, I don’t know the names or faces of any of the others, I don’t even know all the names or faces of the original 12, so I can’t figure out how they’d think I would know the names or faces of any of the kids, grandkids, or great grandkids of the original 12. What the fuck?
How are the Atwaters so full of themselves that they think I would have one iota of a clue anything about them, when I’ve never met them and I don’t even know their names… and also… why would I care? Tell me that? Do you know any sane person who knows the names of their parents in-laws.
Yes… my parents in-laws… in-laws of in-laws… not even blood relatives, but the aunts, uncles, cousins, grandkids, and great grandkids of in laws of my parents’ in laws… who in their right mind would even know the names of such distant relatives…
You, reading this right now… can you name your parent’s cousins? Do you know the names of your mother’s uncle’s great grand kids? Do you?
Can you see how utterly stupidly ridiculous the Atwaters are being, when they show up here yelling and screaming, and expect that I should know who they are or what the fuck they are talking about:
Newsflash: normal people don’t live in 400 person large family herds.
Normal people don’t live in herds.
Normal people don’t swamp in shark style frenzies in the driveways of distant relatives of your great grand pappies 5th removed cousin of an in-law, either. What the actual fuck?
And on top of everything else, there are Awaters running around screaming that I am vandalising some grave… the grave of a distant relative whom I never heard of before, so I don’t even know where the grave is… when I’m here bedridden and crippled and not even capable of going to visit my own son’s grave because… oh look: I’m crippled and stuck in bed with a broken spine and severed spinal cord for the past nine years!
You know… if you are going to accuse someone of going somewhere to vandalize something, you might want to first make sure that person is not wheelchair bound, bedridden, and crippled for a decade with a broken spine, so unable to even get to the place you are accusing them of going!
Also… since the day my son was murdered, I have a camera running 24/7 so, it’s pretty foolish of you to lie about me when I can not only prove you are lying, I can also prove every time you’ve been screaming in my driveway, because I have you on camera. They didn’t think of that did they? Oh no, of course not, why would they? They were too busy thinking about those aliens and witches they can’t stop gibbering about.
But look at this cross... Do you remember Timmy Murphy? He was the 5 year old with curly black hair, who was also accused of aliens during that 1982 drug raid. They called us The White Monkey Children, because we found Helen Pearly's missing pet white monkey. And the people arrested during the 1982 drug raid, many of them Atwaters, pointed to that white monkey that had escaped from White Animal Farm, a zoo in Old Orchard at the time, they pointed to that white money and called it an alien. Helen Pearly, look her up, is the founder of the Scarbourgh Marsh preserve, an animal preserve that started out with one pet white monkey, and is today, many thousands of acres of protected land known by the name The Scarboughorgh Marsh.
Can you see NOW why the idiots screaming aliens are seen as so damned idiotic?
But can you also see the names on the cross?
https://www.eelkat.com/images/cross.jpg
There were 31 children involved in helping Helen Pearly capture her escaped pet white money.
Drive through the scarborough marsh looking at the names of the beheaded victims on those crosses... 29 of the 31 White Monkey Children are now dead, killed and tossed in the marsh, where 40 years ago, they helped little old lady look for her lost pet albino monkey.
Every one of them accused of being alien abductees; accusations which was screamed ONLY by the drug dealers and drug users of the 1982 drug raid, which took place in the Scarbourough Marsh.
The only people who accuse me of aliens are the people now out of prison, who went to prison because of the 1982 drug raid... a drug raid known to locals as "The 458 Shoot Out" due to one woman screaming "Four! Five! Eight!" in between each time she loaded up her shotgun.
Everybody that has shown up in the marsh since June 2001, has been either one of the now adult White Monkey Children, or one of their children or grandchildren.
EVERY - SINGLE - ONE.
Go to the marsh, look for the crosses. Read the names. My cousin Timmy Murphy's cross is not the only one and if you open your eyes and start looking at the side streets all through the marsh, you'll see one hundred and twenty of these crosses, some with 5 or more names on them. Crosses the entire country has seen on Dateline, 20/20, and dozens of unsolved crime shows... crosses that the Atwarers and their friends at the Sandford Ward church, are right now, this very week, posting all over social media, claiming aren't there, claiming I'm the only one talking about them, when clearly I'm not seeing hoe Dateline and 20/20 are pret big international news shows... and also claiming "Yeah EeelKat's crazy, she believes in aliens" when its extremely well documented my not believing in aliens and my debunking alien abductions as hoaxes... and these same people are also trying to convince people on social media "cats!".... but the cats were my mother's not mine, and my son was murdered November 14, 2013, two years before my mother's cat incident occurred.
These people are making total idiots of themselves, because all any one has to do is look up the new reports about the Scarbourough Marsh murders and the Cascade Murders to see that since June 2001, a LOT of people here in the marsh have been murdered, and originally they were not thought to b connected, but, now it is known that they are.
I wish these crazy ass Atwaters and their weird Todd Murphy obsessed Sanford Ward lunatics and their alien abduction ufo nuts, would leave me and my family alone. I don’t know what their problem is or why they are so obnoxiously hell bent on stalking my family and harassing us like this, but I am getting pretty damned sick of it. I have enough shit to deal with with, oh, I don’t know, half my family being murdered, my son’s killer still being on the loose, 9 years bedridden and still relearning to walk, … I don’t need these fucktards jumping into my life and trying to grab their 15 minutes of fame by tampering with the FBI’s investigation into hunting down my son’s murderer.
Know the truth. The truth will set you free.
An Alternative Approach to "Just Write" (self.writing)
submitted 6 hours ago * by Manjo819
Also if you hate starting from page 1 try the Snowflake Method [https://proactivewriter.com/blog/see-how-easily-you-can-write-a-novel-using-the-snowflake-method] or something comparable.
I've seen a lot of posts here asking for more specific advice than 'just write' and the response has most often been 'just write, dude'. I've explained why I think people give this advice above and you're not wrong. This is just an alternative approach.
I am not under the illusion that I wrote this well.
TL;DR: Just Write means doing more than just scrawling on paper, it helps to have specific considerations, whether overt or instinctual, that shape your writing as it comes out. As you get more comfortable considering and scrawling at the same time, your definition of 'just writing' will expand.
>>>I have no credentials.
Nor do you need any. And I'm sorry that other writers make you feel like you do. But I understand why you add this point at the start. The internet is hostile and full of ego and sadly, many online writing communities are flooded with highly competitive toxicity and are prone to attack anyone who isn't trade published.
>>>I've struggled with the advice to "Just Write" for a long time, and have recently found more success with it.
I think the concept of "Just Write" works best when someone has first had some practice in a offline writing group, such as a college class for Creative Writing.
"Just write" is good advice, but, I think too it could be wasted advice on new writers who are lost and confused and unsure of their writing ability.
"Just writing" takes a bit of self confidence, and in my experience, a lot of new writers don't have any self confidence at all, that's why they waste so much time looking for critiques, feedback, and reviews.
>>>I'd like to share my perspective.
I wish more people world. I'm glad that you did.
>>>When a seasoned author receives questions on how to improve productivity, it makes a lot of sense for them to recommend 'just writing'. They have practice constructing passages. They have an idea, whether through training or instinct, of what goes into a good opening sentence, what kind of arc a passage wants to take, how soon the setting needs to be described. To such people 'just writing' is an action comprising much more than simply putting pen to paper.
This is true, BUT... everyone started some where, and look at me. I didn't go to school. I had to training. I simply wrote. If you look at my older works, my grammar was horrific, my spelling barely legible.
Most of us are not these people.
>>>I tried and failed recently to teach my younger sibling to drive. I wanted to start her off with what to me was a single easy movement from one parking space to the next. To her, of course, this meant foot on the clutch (left pedal), stick into first gear (top left), foot on accelerator (but just the right amount), slowly release clutch, try not to shit yourself at that jerk you weren't expecting, keep pressure on pedals uniform, foot on clutch again, apply brakes (but gently). Beyond the difficulty of trying to hold all these steps in her head, she hadn't yet been told what they were, nor how many.
I was 37 when I first learned to drive. I learned to read and write a year later. Got my GED a year after that. And didn't start college until I was in my 40s.
Feral child.
>>>If you've ever sat down to just write and found yourself staring at that smug little blinking line wondering where the feck to start, you can probably understand how she felt. The thing is that as with driving a manual you don't need to learn where to start solely by trial and error. You can watch how other people do it, you can ask them, or you can google it.
Blinking line?
Do you mean computer?
I write with pen and ink on paper.
>>>The allegory of the driving lesson ends here as there is only one way (to my knowledge) to drive a car. The question of how to 'just write' can't be answered as specifically. Everyone is going to have a different process. What I would like to propose, though, is that 'just writing' is significantly less futile if you equip yourself with some idea of what your process is going to be.
You have used several words I do not know. It makes it difficult for me to understand everything you are saying here. I will look them up later.
>>>Let's focus on the first couple dozen characters behind that smug blinking line: Let's take a look at your opening sentence:
>>>>"'People are afraid to merge on freeways in Los Angeles'" (Less Than Zero)
>>>This is a fairly straightforward example of an opening sentence that performs at least the triple function of introducing theme (fear, disconnection), characterising setting (LA as urban metropolis, rather than beach-side paradise for example) and initiating action (it's the beginning of a conversation).
I find your method of dissection of sentences interesting. And confusing. I published my first novel in 1978. Since than I have published 138 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.
...and I have never sat down and thought out the functions of any sentences, first sentences or otherwise. I'm wondering, WHY you would do this?
Is not the purpose of a story to tell a story?
When you sit by the campfire and tell a story out loud, do you analyze everything before you say it?
Why are you analysing so much. Why can't you just tell the story same as if you were saying out loud?
Is story telling really that difficult?
You tell a story.
And when you want to publish it, you just write it down exactly the same way you told it.
Why is that so hard to understand?
>>>Do you want to introduce theme, setting and action in your own opening sentence?
Uhm... no. Why would I?
Storytelling isn't about themes or settings or action. It's about entertaining. Making people laugh or smile or scared or cry, depending on the genre.
I've never once sat down to write and asked myself:
* "What theme is this story going to have?"
* "What setting is this story going to have?"
* "What action is this story going to have?"
Why would I?
I find what you say to be very confusing.
I think that you are definitely over thinking the writing process way too much.
>>>If yes, were you thinking about it last time you sat down to 'just write'?
No.
I wasn't.
I never have.
I'm not writing a non-fiction book that requires technical data, research, and themes. I'm telling a story, not writing a presentation.
I don't think you have any clue what "Just Write" even means.
You have a story in your head. Write it down.
When dealing with first drafts: structure is unimportant, grammar is meaningless, spelling doesn't matter. You can fix those things later. You can hire editors and proof readers to find the errors and show you watch needs fixing.
You are the storyteller, the creator of dreams. None of the technical stuff matters at all.
**JUST TELL THE DAMNED FUCKING STORY ALREADY! WHAT IS SO HARD ABOUT THAT? WHY CAN NO ONE UNDERSTAND THAT THAT IS WHAT JUST WRITE MEANS!?!?**
>>>You don't have to have this specific idea in mind to do so, but you'll get a lot further if you have an idea in general. Acquiring these ideas can be difficult, there aren't many people who'll stop you in the street to talk about how the opening passage of Fight Club (deliberately or not) compounds the 'narrative vertigo' effect of In Medias Res with the literal vertigo of leaning over the edge of a building to achieve the overall effect of 'really throwing you into the action'.
What the fuck are you even talking about?
I think I'm starting to understand why you say "Just Write" never worked for you. I don't think you have a fucking clue how to tell a story.
You're one of those people who chops up a novel looking for hiding meanings and cryptic codes, messages from god, and secret Easter eggs the author MUST have put in if you take every 333rd letter and form a word with them.
When you have an idea, you write it down.
When you want to tell a story, you write it down.
You don't sit their thinking "Now what word should I use to convey this cryptic hidden meaning that only mega high IQ jackasses are going to figure out I hid in here?"
No wonder you have so much trouble just writing.
You are doing way too much overthinking here.
>>>If you have trouble starting to write from nothing, try in a timely fashion to figure out some guidelines so that you're not really starting from nothing. A little planning goes a long way, though in the 'just write' spirit I do mean a little.
Again. I'm confused. What the fuck are you even talking about?
Why would you start writing from nothing?
Do people do that?
I couldn't imagine trying to write that way.
Isn't the whole point of being a writer, is that you ALREAD HAVE SOMETHING that you want to say?
You write because you have a story floating around in your head and you just have to write in order to get it on paper.
If you waste all your time worrying about technique and structure and grammar and hidden messages, you'll just end up forgetting what the story is that you wanted to tell.
Why would you start from nothing?
If you have a story you want to tell, that is NOT starting with nothing. The story is something. Just tell it.
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>First chapter (eg. introduce main character, describe his living situation, hint at motivations for his coming actions so they seem believable)
Uhm... why would you do this?
I don't think a character would be believable to me if he started tossing out hints to his motivations. People don't talk or act like that in real life so why would they in a book?
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>First paragraph (eg. you want a progression from A to B within chapter 1, so you show the audience what point A is)
Again, why would you do this?
You have such a strange method of writing.
I suppose it's all well and good if it works for you, but damn, I'd never be able to write this way.
I just write the story down, I don't try to analyze it and fill it full of themes and hidden meanings. That's so weird that you would do that.
Perhaps it's because we write different genres?
Does everyone in your genre write this way?
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>Opening sentence (eg. introduce main theme, convey main character's dissatisfaction with his job as a freight sorter, provide a basis for the point A you will elaborate on in the rest of the paragraph)
Still wondering, why would you do this?
I've never done this.
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>General theme/topic of discussion (your book is about grim perseverance, so in your opening sentence he's moving grumpily forward against some wind or some shit)
I'm very confused. Are you actually suggesting that there are authors who do this? Why would they?
I have never had a theme or a topic of discussion, not once in any of my novels, short stories, or stage plays.
I just tell the story.
I don't think you know how to tell a story.
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>Character development (where do they start, where do they end, how do they get there, how do I show each of the above?)
I've never done this. My characters exist in some dimension in my head and I write them down as they want to be written. I didn't developed them. They were just there.
Quaraun lives out his life every day in my head, wither I write it down or not. I prefer to write down everything as he does it, thus why I write every day, so that I don't miss anything. I miss the things he does when I'm sleeping and when I'm busy. Which is why stories end up with blank spaces.
And when readers ask "What happened in between?" I just say "I don't know" because I didn't see what happened, I was sleeping or busy and couldn't pay attention to what he was doing to write it all down, so stuff gets missed sometimes.
>>>A lot of basic ideas about what you want you could answer yourself, if only you were asked the right questions. I would recommend asking yourself what you want to do with, among other things, your:
>>>>>Style (eg. you you hate it terribly when adverbs are used copiously and redundantly, so you substitute words that combine both intended meanings eg. ran angrily -> charged)
You know... I don't know what an adverb is, so I wouldn't know if I was using too many or not enough.
I write exactly the same way as I talk.
I don't try to structure or format or style things.
If you talk to me in person, face to face, what you hear is exactly the same thing as you read when I write.
Also, you love big words. Again, there are several word you are using here that, I don't know what they are, how to say them, or what they mean. I'll add them to the list of words to look up.
>>>Once you have a few criteria in mind the task of 'just writing' becomes a whole lot less obscure.
Why do you need any of this "criteria" as you put it?
If you saw a car accident on the way home from work, you would just run into the house and tell your wife what you saw, exactly the way you saw it. You straight up tell her the story of the car accident you saw. You don't stand on the porch building a theme, creating a style, choosing less adverbs, developing characters, picking your first sentence, designing your paragraph themes... NO! Of course not!
You just burst through the front door and blurt out what you saw.
You tell your wife the story of what you saw on the way home from work.
You don't plot, you don't plan, you just tell her. You are bursting and bubbling with energy, you've got to tell someone what you saw, and you just blurt it out.
Writing a story is the same thing.
Suppose you decide to write a story about the car accident you saw.
All you have to do, is sit down, and rite out exactly what you saw. You just write the story the exact same way you bubbled it out to your wife.
You don't worry about sentences, paragraphs, characters, or adverbs. No! You tell the story, with the exact same excitement and gusto you used when telling it verbally to your wife.
Why is the concept of Just Writing so difficult to understand?
>>>The words "Just Write" fit into all this in the sense that if you spend your whole time deciding what you want to say, you will never actually say anything.
Again, I'm confused. If you are telling a story, why would you need to decide what to say? You already know what to saw. Just say it.
I do not understand what you are talking about. I can't even wrap my mind around it.
Yes, you will never write anything if you spend hours deciding what to say, but why wouldn't you know what to say?
>>>If finding the perfect criteria for your opening sentence is going to take ten non-consecutive hours of brainstorming, then just find a single criterion and make a sentence around it.
You are telling a story not writing an essay for a college exam. You don't need to decide on a sentence.
Why would you waste time deciding on a sentence? Do you actually do that when you are talking face to face with someone?
Damn! You'd not be very fun or interesting to talk to if you made me wait 10 hours while you formulated a sentence before you said it.
Just write what you say. It really is that easy.
I write on average 25k words a day this way. My biggest one day word count was 73k words but I got no sleep that day and it was during NaNoWriMo, the year I did 500k words instead of 50k words. 50k isn't a challenge for me, I write that much every week end all year round anyways.
You know how to talk.
You know how to have a conversation.
Just write your story exactly the same way you would tell it if you were talking to your best friend over pizza. You'll have the whole novel finished in 2 days.
>>>If you can't figure out what should happen between paragraph 1 and paragraph 3, write 1 and 3 and think about what's missing to get from one to the other.
>>>"Just Write" means that whatever else you are doing, if you are not applying pen to paper you are doing it wrong.
Wow! What dictionary are you using?
You really don't know what "Just write" means do you?
Well, I got to say, I've never seen a take quit like yours, but if it works for you, than more power to you.
You know, I think you are completely over thinking the meaning of "Just write".
Just write means EXACTLY that.
**JUST WRITE**
Only this and nothing more.
STOP THINKING AND WRITE!
STOP ANILYZING AND WRITE!!
STOP WORRYING AND WRITE!!!
JUST
FUCKING
WRITE!!!!
It DOES NOT mean you have a plot in mind or any clue what to write.
It means, you sit ass in chair and write the very first thing that pops into your head no matter what it is. Write what your desk looks like, write about your neighbours who won't stop yelling all night long, write about that annoying crack in the wall that is distracting you... just write.
It's known as "free writing". The idea is to write lots of nothing about anything and everything, to loosen up your brain, and get all the emotional blocks out of the way.
THIS is what authors mean when they say "just write". I can't even begin to imagine how it is you translated it to mean anything else.
It's a type of exercise. You wouldn't play football without doing warm up exercises would you? Writing is the same way. I don't know of any professionally published writer who doesn't do daily free-writing warm up sessions before getting to work of whatever assignment they are supposed to be doing.
In most cases after you've done this for a couple of hours, you find yourself taking what you are writing and subconsciously turning it into a story. A story you had not planed or prepared, but rather a story you didn't know you had in you.
Scrawling empty nothings on the page is EXACTLY what "just write" means.
I've never started out with a plot. Never knew where the story was going to go.
Have you looked into a thing called "beat sheets". It sounds like that's the sort of writing method you are looking for. Beat Sheets are fill-in-the-blank outlines, that are similar to the mad libs game, but designed for novelists. They are usually about 10 pages long, 1 page for each chapter and are used as a jumping off point for people who need some sort of guidance to write.
If you go to Harlequin's site, they have beat sheets listed for each of their book lines, because in Romance authors are required to stick to a strict formula (thus why it's called formula writing - character MUST do this on page 8, and MUST do that on page 24, and this must happen then, etc) Beat sheets are how Harlequin authors publish a new novel every single month like clockwork. Formula writing with beat sheets gets pretty easy if you do it a few times and get the hang of it. Barbara Cartland used beat sheets and she published 801 novels before she died. (she has the Guinness World Record for the most novels published by any one person).
There's an example of beat sheets used for Monster Porn short stories here: https://www.eelkat.com/writing-monster-porn-beat-sheets.html I use them when writing short horror stories because it helps me keep the story under a certain word count by keeping the characters on track and not letting the story wander off on it's own. That sort of thing might help you out if free writing is too loose a method.
Another beat sheet I've used is the one by Jami Gold, here: https://jamigold.com/2012/11/write-romance-get-your-beat-sheet-here/
My favourite beat sheet is the Lester Dent one from the 1930s: http://www.paper-dragon.com/1939/dent.html
There's others but I can't think of where they are off the top of my head. I had those 3 bookmarked. I had another one bookmarked too, that had 50 beat sheets, but the link goes to a 404 page now and I can't find a replacement page for it, Looks like it got taken down.
When I'm doing the 52 stories in 52 weeks challenge, I've found those beat sheets to be very helpful. Beat sheets is how I've been able to publish a story a week for years. Its why I can just write so many stories without having any plot or characters to start out with. Beat sheets are amazing if you like using that sort of thing. A lot of writers don't like them and call them cheat sheets and won't use them, but most every big name author whose putting out 4 or more books a year uses them. They free up a lot of time and make the writing process go a lot faster and smoother. It's definitely something to look into if you are having trouble getting started on a story, because they are incredibly helpful and keeping the story on track,
For novels, all I do is free write though. No plotting. No planning. No beat sheets. All 130 novels I've published since 1978, not one has ever been pre-planned. All just pure free writing with no clue where the story will go or what's gonna happen next.
I do like the Snowflake method. I'd tried it a few years back. It's sort of a, free association style of writing where you write this and it makes you think of that, so you add that too. Stan Lee said once he used the SnowFlake Method when writing Spiderman.
Some people say building an outline helps. I used to do that decades and decades ago, but I found whenever I outlined the story, I never wrote said story after. It was like I already knew how the book was going to end, so I was not motivated to write. I think of writing as a discovery. It's more like I'm reading WHILE I write, so I never know what is going to be on the next page until after I've written it. Outlines just plain gum up my ability to write so I don't like using them, but perhaps drawing up an outline before you write is the method that'd work better for you?
There's lots of methods of writing, I think all you can do is try each method one at a time until you find the one that is the best fit for you.
Hope that helps. Good luck with it.
I'm probably the odd one out here, but I actually like reading questions like this, even though I almost never answer them.
Why?
Because they get me thinking.
Like one I just saw, asked about how to write a whip in combat. I didn't answer it, partly because I don't know the answer, and partly because I've never had need to write such a weapon.
But, here's why I liked reading that question. You see, it got me thinking: "How WOULD I write a scene like that?" And it makes me want to test it out, and write a quick story story about a character who carries a whip and give them a combat scene, just to find out if I could write such a scene and how would I do it.
I think of it like a challenge. I can't answer the question because I don't know the answer, but it kind of acts as a writing challenge/prompt, where I challenge myself to try to write something like that.
Back when I was in college, (for my Education Degree focused on teaching High School Literature) I had to take the Creative Writing class and the professor, was constantly giving us these types of questions. "Your character has a ___ and uses it to ___. Write a scene describing how they do it. You have 15 minutes. Go." Than we had to read what we wrote in front of the class. The class was 3 times a week for a little over 3 months, and she started every class with this assignment, before moving into the lesson. By the end of the semester I was in the habit of starting each morning by writing a full short story in a single sitting. And the habit stayed with me to this day.
These were some of the best exercises I ever did as they taught us to think fast, write fast, and write about things we had no idea how to describe, without having any opportunity to research or ask any one else for help. It was great for getting me in the habit of pansting style writing (I was a plotter before that) and it also helped me to learn to rely on myself and to just write in the moment without asking others for advice or help.
I never did become a High School Literature teacher which is what I went to college planning I would become. Instead I went on to become a full time short story writer, with the bulk of my income coming from publishing 2 to 3 short stories every week in literary magazines throughout the 1970s to 1990s. Becoming a professional career author was never something I set out to do, it was just something that I sort of fell into. Once I got into the habit of doing these quick spur of the moment writing prompts daily, I just got addicted to it and, there was no internet back in the 1970s, so if I wanted to be read, I had to publish with literary mags. I miss the days when there were a million and one literary mags to choose from and it was easy to be a short story writer as a career. Most print mags went bankrupt in the 1990s and that career is practically extinct today.
But back to the topic at hand.
>>>I just came across many questions asking how to describe particular things like weapons, character personalities, looks, events, scenes and how their story should evolve. I think these last 3 ones are the most unreasonable of all. I am not a professional writer myself but aren't you supposed to find an answer for these questions yourself? If I tell you how to kill off a character and make the reader sad, is it still your story or mine?
I agree, yes, these are unreasonable questions... for the question askers. From my mind, it tells me that most (though not all) are likely just too lazy to just do it themselves and they are hoping someone will do it for them. Some are probably so young/new to writing that they've not yet experienced writing creative writing exercises, or maybe their school didn't teach Creative Writing in grade/high school, so they don't know they can just trust their imagination and write scenes without asking someone how to. Who knows? It's not for me to judge.
I look at it this way: I can't answer their questions, because I don't always know the answers. BUT...
And this is a very big and important BUT...
BUT... even though I don't know the answer, that doesn't stop me from immediately opening up LibreOffice and typing out a few hundred words of a scene based off their question.
Do I know how to use a whip?
No.
Have I ever written a character fighting with a whip before?
No.
Did that stop me from ten minutes ago, writing a scene in which a character fought with a whip, just to see if I could?
No.
Why?
Because I can use my imagination to try to figure out in my head what such a scene who look like and then, just write down the scene as I saw it play out in my head.
Was it accurate to how a whip should/would be used in real world combat? I have no clue. Probably not.
Was it a good scene that I'll use in a story? Yes. It was. And I will.
Was it a good writing exercise for me? Yes it was. I'm glad they asked the question, because even though I did not answer it, I was able to be inspired by it to write a new scene for a new story, that I will expand, flesh out, and in a week or two publish.
Will my readers notice I hashed it out in 10 minutes, without any research? Maybe. Maybe not.
Will my readers care that I hashed it out in 10 minutes, without any research? Not likely. I don't write historical fiction and historical accuracy is not a thing my readers expect from me, so my personal readers, probably won't care. Though readers of Historical fiction, might care. So it depends on genre.
And if I can do that, well, why can't they do it too?
So, yes, I agree, yes, these are unreasonable questions... because they could easily have done a quick writing exercise to answer the question and write their scene themselves, but... I'm also glad that they were asked, because it gave me the opportunity to take their questions and test out CAN I write a scene like that? HOW would I write a scene like that?
The thing is, the answer to all of those questions is the same: Just write the scene and find out for yourself, but if I was to say that in the comments, they'd get all mad and have a hissy fit and say I wasn't understanding of their situation and background, blah, blah, blah, excuses, excuses, excuses.
>>>I just came across many questions asking how to describe particular things like weapons, character personalities, looks, events, scenes and how their story should evolve. I think these last 3 ones are the most unreasonable of all. I am not a professional writer myself but aren't you supposed to find an answer for these questions yourself? If I tell you how to kill off a character and make the reader sad, is it still your story or mine?
"How is this weapon used in a fight scene?" - Use your imagination. Write the scene and find out.
"Is this a good personality for this type of character?" - Use your imagination. Write the scene and find out.
"How do I write what this character looks like?" - Use your imagination. Write the scene and find out.
"Will this make readers sad?" - Use your imagination. Write the scene and find out.
For most all of the questions asked, every where on the internet, about writing, the best answer is: *Use your imagination. Write the scene and find out.*
The answer to 90% of the questions asked is almost always: "JUST WRITE IT AND FIND OUT!" but no one wants to hear that, so rather than tell them to write their scene, I use their question to inspire me to write my own scene.
Writers write. Authors are writers who published what they wrote. Writers who don't write, will never become authors.
Writers write.
Far too many people forget that part.
They talk about writing, dream about writing, plan on writing, build worlds to write about, create characters to write about, draw art for scenes they will one day write, and before they know it, 20 years have gone by and they have huge portfolios of characters, worlds, and outlines, but they have yet to write a single chapter. In all their planning, dreaming, and charting goals, they forget that the most important part of writing is just writing.
So, the bulk of writers will continue asking questions on how to write this or that, but, me, I'll continue to read questions, then write scenes for my own stories. And while they spend years researching how to write this or that, I'll continue to write a story or more a day and publish 2 or 3 stories a week. I'm just too busy writing, to bother worrying about "Is it good?", "Is is accurate to a real weapon?", "Will it make the reader sad?"
It just seems like 99% of writers on the internet forgot that the reason writers are called writers is because writers, write. But, I'm not going to worry about it, because, their questions, help me get my own writing done. An hour ago, I had no idea I would create a new character, give them a whip, and send them into combat, but, I saw that question and used it as a writing prompt and here we are. Now to write a story around that scene. So... I'm off to do what we writers do... write.
I agree and disagree.
>>>Just write.
This I agree with.
>>>Just write. It’s the only way to improve.
This I do not agree with.
>>>Just write.
This I agree with. Because you can not publish what you never yet wrote. You must write if you want to be published.
>>>Just write. It’s the only way to improve.
This I do not agree with.
Why?
Because... practice without training is NOT improvement.
People who read, tend to be college graduates and have a full working knowledge of advanced college level English grammar and are not going to be very forgiven of an author who is too incompetent to at least try to use correct grammar.
Know-nothing teens who can’t tell a comma from a period will not notice the lack of good grammar and will gush love for your story, but adults will struggle to get past a single page if your grammar is bad.
If you want to publish, you should definitely consider taking some remedial Adult Ed classes in English Grammar, or even consider getting a degree in English Literature, Creative Writing, Journalism, Grammar, Teaching High School Literature, or something similar.
Gaining a good working grasp on the English language is a REQUIREMENT to have a successful writing career.
Sure you can sell a few books here and a few books there without any education at all, but if you have your heart set on successful sales and a high rate of good reviews, than you MUST have the best, most pristine use of grammar possible. You NEED to get at LEAST an Associates Degree in English Literature, Creative Writing, Journalism, Grammar, Teaching High School Literature, or something similar.
Just Writing... isn't going to cut it.
Yes, Just Writing is good and I even preach it as much as I practice it, but I also took classes and got training so that I would know how to improve what I wrote, through editing it, after I wrote it.
Just writing is great.
But Just Writing is NOT going to improve your skills as a writer.
No.
Just writing ONLY gets your story out of your head and onto the page so that you can edit it and improve it AFTER you finish writing it.
Any idiot can Just Write, but it takes some with a wall of English degrees to edit that writing to perfection.
Just Writing is good, but there's only so much you can do with it.
Writing is only the FIRST step to publishing a novel, and it's the smallest and easiest step.
Editing the story into something publishable is a step you do AFTER you write. And while you can write a novel in 2 days or less, it takes weeks, months, even years to edit the novel into a publishable state.
Just Writing, can only do so much and only take you so far. It's just the first step. Getting a degree so that you can improve your skills and learn to edit what you wrote, that's the next step.
The better the degree, the better your ability to write on a “successful” level.
Remember the more you study and practice your art, the better you will get at it.
* An Associates Degree is 2 years of studying English grammar.
* A Bachelors Degree is 4 years of studying English grammar.
* A Masters Degree is 8 years of studying English grammar.
* A PhD is 12 years of studying English grammar.
Think about it.
A 10 year old boy can play football and be the best on his team, but he won’t win the Super Bowl until he goes to college and trains for years and years and years and years and just keeps practising and practising and improving.
Now sure, he COULD train on his own and be the best football player in his town, but, without a coach he won’t see his own flaws and he’ll keep making those same mistakes over and over.
Sure all that practice in the back yard has made him good, but it has also made him blind to seeing his flaws as well.
When he goes to college and trains with others, he has his coach and team mates there to point out his errors and help him fix those mistakes so that he STOPS MAKING ERRORS and starts to play the CORRECTLY in the PROPER manner.
Once he sees his errors and follows his coach’s instructions to fix them, he becomes even better at his craft, and starts winning the big college games, and soon he’s playing in the pros, and before long he’s playing at the Super Bowl.
But he never would have made it to the Super Bowl if he continued practising on his own in the back yard.
Writing and publishing is just like football.
Sure you can do it on your own, self publish, do your own editing, make your own covers.
Nothing wrong with that. Lots of writers do it. I do it myself. It’s great. It’s fun. BUT... if you want to be “successful” you need to train.
Which is why THIS is such a wrong statement:
>>>Just write. It’s the only way to improve.
Yes, practice makes perfect, but if you practice by yourself, you won’t ever see your own flaws and you’ll just keep practising the same mistakes and instead of becoming a better writer, you’ll just become very good at repeating the same mistakes you always made.
Unless you see the mistakes and errors that you are making, all you are doing is just reinforcing bad writing, which is why "just write" is not always good advice.
Just write, is good advice, to an extent.
Without some kind of direction, just write, can become very bad advice.
Like all things in life, wisdom, common sense, and moderation are required in order to get the most out of the advice to just write.
The problem is a lot of people take the advice "just write" way too literally. They write 100 words here, 500 words they 2,000 here, 5,000 words there. They never have a story to tell. They have no characters in place. They never go back to edit. They just write and write and write and write and write and write, endless, mindless, gibberish.
Now, I'm a HUGE advocate of both "Just Write" and also the process of "write and write and write and write and write and write" and I fully believe you should do these things... HOWEVER... if you never do anything else, than all that writing is just plain pointless.
I see so many people say: "Just Write!" which IS good advice, yes, but than they don't add anything to it, to explain the good, the bad, or the ugly about this advice.
The advice "just write" is for people who ALREADY have a story in mind, ALREADY have characters in place, ALREADY know the world/have a world built, but are stuck in the "I can't stop planning, I can't stop plotting, I can't stop world building, I can't stop detailing my characters!".
A lot of writers get hung up on perfectionism, and end up putting TOO MANY details in their world, give their character TOO BIG of a profile, and can't stop researching history and science they might need to know for their plot. They have the story already in their head and ready to go, but they just can not stop plotting and planning long enough to start writing.
^^^THIS^^^ is the writer the advice "Just Write!" is intended for.
The advice to "Just write"...
Sure, you CAN SOMETIMES get ideas, build your world, or create characters while you write, but if you going into the advice of "just write" thinking that it is ALWAYS going to just automatically POOF cause ideas, worlds, and characters to magically appears, will, you are going into tit the wrong way.
Far too often, I see people treat the advice to "just write" as though you don't need to plot, plan, world build, create characters, or even edit your drafts.
Remember, just write is good advice, BUT, it can only take you so far and it will NOT improve your grammar, spelling, and editing skills.
Just write is good advice, BUT, if you want to be published, you need MORE than just writing.
Just writing is JUST the start of the process. There is MORE required in order to FINISH the process.
In order to become a big time successful writer, you NEED to go to college and train with others - in person, in a classroom, NOT online writing groups like FaceBook or Reddit. Have a writing coach (professor) who can see your flaws, point them out to you, and show you how to fix them, and read your work out loud in front of the class. There is no other way for you to gain self confidence in your writing. There really isn't.
And when you learn to write clean copy in pristine perfect correct and proper grammar, you’ll suddenly see yourself go from selling 100 copies a month to 1,000 copies a day, and instead of receiving mostly bad reviews, you’ll start receiving mostly good reviews.
>>>If it ever ends up even close to the being published stage, that means doing draft after draft.
Yes. This is very true.
Every novel in the Quaraun series goes through 10 to 12 drafts before being published and errors still get through requiring 3 or 4 revisions to be published and republished.
I was considering submitting to the page-turner contest but when I went to create an account, it told me to select my 'role' with the options of reader, author, writer or screenwriter.
I'm thinking author means someone who's been published and writer means someone who hasn't ... but it's not clear. Does anyone know?
A writer is someone who writes things, but has not yet been published.
An author is a writer whom has already published the things they wrote.
That is generally the meaning as defined by publishers, contests, colleges, etc.
If you say you are a writer, to a random stranger at WalMart, the general public assumes you are not published, and will ask "Cool! Are you planning to publish it?"
If you say you are a author, to a random stranger at WalMart, the general public assumes you are published, and will ask "Cool! Are your books available here at WalMart? I'll buy one and read it tonight."
If you are not yet published and say you are a author, to a random stranger at WalMart, the general public assumes you are published, and will ask "Cool! Are your books available here at WalMart? I'll buy one and read it tonight." But now you have to admit you are not yet published, they will respond with: "Why'd you lie to me? You said you were an author and you aren't even published? Shouldn't an author know the meaning of words? It's no wonder you aren't published. You don't even know what the word author means."
Source: actual conversations I've overheard, while working at WalMart and overhearing dozens of people brag to being writers or authors, to random strangers. Which I find to be an odd habit, but, it seems to be what a lot of writers and authors do while they are shopping at WalMart.
I would add to that also this:
A writer is someone who writes things, but has not yet been published.
An author is a writer whom has already published the things they wrote.
A procrastinator is someone who calls themselves a writer, but spends all their time on Reddit asking pointless questions about writing, that even the most basic writer knows. They ask lots of basic simple questions and never get any writing done.
>>>How do I just write without constantly doubting my abilities?
Tell yourself that no one vomits gold bricks on the page. Everyone, even the biggest names in publishing, even your favorite author, writes shitty first drafts. Every manuscript goes through several edits/drafts before it becomes perfect.
Writers who struggle with doubting their abilities usually do this with EVERY area of their lives, not just their writing. This is often something that will require the help of a psychologist, social worker, school counsellor, psychiatrist, or even medication. No one online can help with this, it's something you will have to seek professional help with offline.
When it comes to letting go of self doubt in your writing abilities, often the best thing is to just sign up for night classes at you local community center, or take classes at you local community college, or sign up for a degree program and get a degree in English Grammar, Education focused on teaching Literature, Creative Writing, Journalism, or some other similar topic of degree.
Nothing is going to boost your confidence in your writing abilities more than getting a degree in your craft
>>>How. I keep trying to write, but I always find myself catching mistakes or calling is not good enough, and I get discouraged.
Ignore mistakes. When you see one, just say: "I can fix it later. I got to get this idea on the page before I forget it."
If you start thinking: "This is not good enough." just ignore that thought and say to yourself: "Who cares if it is good or bad. It doesn't matter. It's just the 1st draft. I can fix it later."
If you start getting discouraged, take a quick break. Drink an energy drink. Take a walk. Eat a salty snack. Walk your dog. Watch an episode of your favorite tv show. Do something. Anything. To get your mind off your writing.
Remember to breath, relax, and write only when you are not stressed out. This will help a lot more than you realize.
>>>I think I'm afraid of failure.
I think, most people are, so you are not alone in this. I'm told it's natural to want to succeed and do your best. No one wants to think they are not good enough at anything. And no one who dreams of writing ever wants to be seen as a bad writer.
I wouldn't know.
I have Kannar's Syndrome aka ACTUAL Autism. The fear of failure. The joy of success. The desire to compete or win. I've never felt those things. That part of my brain is dead and the synapses do not fire. My brain was damaged either before I was born or shortly after, and the area of my brain which controls these emotions is non-functioning.
I do not know what it feels like to be afraid to fail.
I've won National Novel Writing Month 14 years in a row and I don't know what the joy of winning feels like.
I've encountered competitive people who make winning a matter of life or death, to the point they are willing to attack other authors in a parking lot with golf clubs.
Did you know I am crippled because I entered a short story into an anthology and got accepted, and Kendra Silvermander another author, entered the same anthology, but didn't get accepted, so she attacked me with a golf club at 10PM while I was putting bags in my car? She broke my hips, knees, and spine.
I was paralyzed for 5 months. Spent 18 months relearning to walk, and 3 years later, she found out I was still alive, she had left me for dead, she returned another parking lot, and did it again. I'm crippled for the rest of my life now. And I have ZERO mental ability to understand WHY she did it, because I can not physically feel competitive drive, because that part of my brain is dead.
I don't know what it feels like to feel competitive.
I have never felt that emotion and I never well, because those cells in my brain are dead.
And so I will never be able to understand why Kendra Silvermander did what she did.
I can't sympathy with you. I can't empathize with you. I don't what it feels like to feel the things you are describing.
So I can't offer you any advice.
But I will say this:
Writing too, is a very high stress career. It's all about being judged, constantly.
Think about it:
Beta readers judge you.
Alpha readers judge you.
Feedback forums judge you.
Editors judge you.
Proofreaders judge you.
Publishers judge you.
Book stores judge you.
Book buyers/readers/fans judge you.
Social media judges you.
Book review writers judge you.
You are judged at every turn, at every point, of this career. And that's very stressful on every writer.
Even your ability to get published is totally dependant of several people first all agreeing that your work meets with their seal of approval, so you can't even make an income with this career until you are first judged up one side and down the other.
All of that judging, causes many writers to fear failure far more than the average person des, because way more judging from others happens in this career than in most careers.
>>>I understand I need to fail to get better and improve, but I still doubt myself.
You don't NEED to fail to improve. However, when you do fail, it is important to learn WHY you failed so that you can improve and do better next time. So, you are already thinking of this better than most other new writers.
Many new to writing, go into this thinking they can do no wrong and they crash and burn hard wen they get their first rejection slip or first bad review.
>>>This isn't logical at all since I even had a Redditor tell me my writing was funny, and I just needed practice.
Every one needs practice, and being funny, not always a good thing (though I did read your Reddit profile and other posts you've made, and I see that Comedy/Humor is your genre, so being funny is good here.)
I've had A LOT of people tell me they liked my "comedy bit" in reference to my articles about my family being murdered.
Yeah. A LOT of people thought, and still think, that my children being kidnapped, beheaded, and their heads nailed to my door was a joke - even though I've posted photos of the heads nailed to my door, right here on my website.
A LOT of people thought, and still think, that one, two, three, now five of my cars have been cut up by psycho white power domestic terrorists, was a joke - even though there are more then 700 pictures of the damages here on my website.
A LOT of people thought, and still think, that the back hoe driving over my house, was a joke - even though there are pictures AND video footage of the damages here on my website.
A LOT of people thought, and still think, that the Ku Klux Klan shooting at me, was a joke - even though it happened on FIVE different Twitch & YouTube livestreams, while I was playing Witcher 3.
THIS is WHY, domestic terrorism goes unchecked... because no one ever wants to believe it could happen in their town, their state, their country... so they pass it off as a joke, when minorities are harassed, traumatized, tormented, terrorised, and murdered by racists and bigots.
Even with ACTUAL EVIDANCE, police reports, photos, video footage, court documents, news reports, and an active FBI investigation, people still laugh and think it's a joke.
And for everyone who laughed at the terrorist attacks on my family, I hope everything that happened to us, happens to them, so that they may learn to NEVER laugh at and make jokes about the suffering of others ever again.
I have Kannar's Syndrome aka ACTUAL Autism. I NEVER joke. I am always VERY serious.
Humor is something I neither understand nor know how to do.
I don't laugh at anything because I find nothing funny. Nor do I understand why it is that others laugh at things or find things funny.
I am completely incapable of making jokes, telling jokes, understand jokes, or writing jokes. My brain does not process humor.
As such, I am incapable of offering you any advice on the writing of Humor or Comedy or how to be funny in your writing.
>>> I think one mistake causes me to doubt all my writing.
I think this is natural for the general human population, is it not?
I don't know as it's not something I ever feel.
I have Kannar's Syndrome aka ACTUAL Autism. I NEVER feel things like failure either. Nor do I feel things like success or excitement or competitive drive or any of the things that are supposed to be common human emotions. I am always VERY serious, VERY non-competitive, VERY ho-hum in regards to both failure and success. Winning and losing, neither cause any sense of emotion in me. I have no "drive" to succeed. No motivation to see anything as failure. No, push to be better than anyone else. Nothing.
So, again, this is an area, where I can be of no help to you.
I never feel doubt in my writing. I never have. Not even when I was just starting. But I've never felt doubt in anything else either, because I have Kannar's Syndrome aka ACTUAL Autism and the parts of my brain which should trigger competitive emotions and drives, has no actively firing synapses.
Many parts of my brain that would normally control several various emotions, are simply "dead" or "dormant", I'm not sure which, but either way, the synapse on those sections of my brain don't fire. However, large portions of my brain, which are normally dormant or dead in the bulk of the Human population, are very active in me.
The "lizard brain" they call it, which is normally not used in most humans is highly active in my brain, which is typical of most Autistics (not to be confused with Asperger's). This is why I have extreme high IQ (211 according to MENSA) and why I can speed read (a novel every 2 hours) and speed type (175 words a minute, 10,000 words an hour, 50k days are pretty normal for me) and why I have an extreme photographic memory which allows me to draw or paint anything or anyone in extreme accuracy after seeing them only once and for only a few seconds. This is also why I can quote from memory entire novels, WITHOUT FIRST READING THEM, and instead simply glancing at each page while flipping through the book. My brain acts like a camera and once I see something, it's simply a matter of looking for it in my head and reading what I see in the screenshots that my brain took.
This is considered the "boon" of Autism, the rare "lizard brain activity" which causes the savant skills.
The problem is, this "lizard brain activity" comes at the expense of most "normal" brain activity.
Thus I am savant: highly skilled in one or two things (in my case reading/writing, drawing/painting, and memory) but near to mostly retarded or severely handicapped in almost everything else.
>>> I think one mistake causes me to doubt all my writing.
I published my first novel when I was 3 years old.
I'm sorry, but I can not identify with feeling doubt in writing skills.
No one taught me to read or write. I just knew how and no one has ever been able to explain it.
I can not help or advice you in this, because I simply can not understand what doubting one's writing feels like. I've never experienced it.
I'm sorry.
>>>Can you tell me how to avoid doing this?
No.
All I can tell you, is to just write.
>>>How do I just write without constantly doubting my abilities?
You already know the answer.
You just said it yourself, without even realizing it.
Just write.
Don't think.
Write.
Breath.
Relax.
Write.
Breath.
Relax.
Write.
Breath.
Relax.
Write.
Breath.
Relax.
Write.
Chant it.
Sing it.
Say it out loud.
Make it your mantra.
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Write.
It really is that easy.
Far too many writers, stress out over nothing. They make writing harder than it needs to be.
If they would just relax and write, they would find it so much easier to write.
Don't think.
Don't worry.
Just write.
Allow yourself the freedom to write without fear, without worry, without shame.
Meditation.
I always meditate for a couple of hours before I start writing.
I focus on a chat, usually just: "Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax. Breath. Relax..." for at least 2 hours.
Completely empty my head of all thoughts, all worries, all stresses, all fears. And than I write.
>>>Just write, sit down and get those words on paper (or screen). I hate this tip, it doesn't help anyone because everyone knows this.
Everyone knows it but no one practices it. That's the problem.
Common advice is common advice because people commonly ignore it.
"Just Write" is not easy and lazy people want short cuts. They want fast, easy shortcut. But there are no short cuts. Either you write or you don't. It really is that simple.
>>>If it was that easy we wouldn't be here complaining that we can't get the words down.
Uhm... really?
Do you know what I see here?
A person who is lazy, making excuses, looking for a cop out, and hoping they can get unsuspecting victims online to write their scenes for them.
>>>If it was that easy we wouldn't be here complaining that we can't get the words down.
No one said writing was easy.
Complaining is easy, sure, and that's WHY people like you are on here complaining.
It's much easier to complain about writing than it is to actually write.
But here's the thing... you see, YOU my friend are NOT a writer, you have no intension of EVER writing. How do I know this? Easy, I just read every post you had made in the past 10 pages of your Reddit profile and you sad as much.
You call yourself "a stan" and brag that you are only posting the questions you post to "make memes of people in their thirties". In fact, 87 of your last 300 posts on Reddit are nothing but you bragging that you are "a 4chan troll stirring up trouble" and "trolling the boomers in their thirties" and the very next post you made after this one, links back to this one and brags that you "upset 210 writers".
Your entire Reddit account is nothing but you going from subreddit to subreddit and starting inciting and instigative threads and getting people fighting and then leaving. In fact you have started a whopping 34,000 - thirty-four-thousand - threads on nearly as many subreddits.
Your account is astounding in the fact that in your 6 years on Reddit you have written millions of words, all of them trying to start fights, and while you are here complaining that the advice to "Just Write" does not work for you, you are in fact living proof that you CAN "Just write" and in fact have written far more words than either Stephen King or J.K.Rowling.
>>>If it was that easy we wouldn't be here complaining that we can't get the words down.
Clearly writing hate intending to start fights, is VERY easy for you and YOU are only here complaining because you are looking to start yet another fight. One has only to look at your Reddit posting history to see this.
>>>Does anyone ever just WRITE?
I am constantly asking myself this same question.
>>>Seemingly half of the posts I see on /r/writing are about the best organizational software to download or which writing device is most useful - laptop, tablet, desktop, phone, etc.
Yes. I had noticed this myself.
>>>I see a lot more debate and discussion on writing, as well as the cringe-worthy "writing is absolute torture" whining,
I do not understand what "cringe-worthy" means, I believe it is an American slang term yes? It's not in the dictionary. Cringe means to tremble with fear, to cower with fear, to be afraid and have tremors. Your use of the word cringe is very none standard and seems to imply that you believe the people here are simply afraid to write?
Yes. That is my assessment of them as well.
I marvel at people who put so much effort into writing about how much they can't write, because writing is pure torture. And yes, those posts are a dime a dozen around here. I see 100+ posts, threads, comments, and replies each and every week, all of which refer to writing as torture. And I'm left to wonder, why do they want to write at all. If they hate writing so much, than why do they bother with it at all. I've even asked a few of them this. And their responses are always something to do with either becoming a millionaire so they don't have to work the 9 to 5, or gaining prestige so people will look up to them. There has never been a case of any of them being in love with writing or having a story they passionately want to tell and find this very sad.
It is painfully obvious that the bulk of people posting here do not love writing, indeed they actually hate writing quite a lot, and are only trying to become writers out of some foolish notion that if they publish 1 novel, they will be an instant millionaire and be set for life.
They often quote authors like Stephen King or J.K.Rowling and yet they seem to be clueless to the fact that Stephen King only earns 7% royalties on his books, which is a lot, considering the average royalty paid to the average author is .2%, not even a full one percent.
Authors like Stephen King publish 6+ novels a year because they HAVE to, if they don't want to work 9 to 5 and than they still work 9 to 5 anyways. You do know Stephen King has multiple day jobs, right? He's local, we see him around town often, and he works at a local newspaper and at a local college. And most of his money comes from the stock market not his novels. The bulk of his income comes from movie ticket sales, with that money invested into the stock market. Stephen King doesn't live off money from his novels and he's very open about that.
In fact, have you see his house in Bangor... you do know Bangor is a section-8 slum district here in Maine, right? He's got a gas station and dumpy mini-mart next door to him. You see pictures of the big red Victorian house on line, but you come here and see it in person... it ain't no millionaire district, and he's surrounded by welfare bums on all sides. Stephen King ain't as wealthy as people think he is. And you'd know that if you lived here in Maine.
>>>I see a lot more debate and discussion on writing, as well as the cringe-worthy "writing is absolute torture" whining,
Yeah. It's pretty disgusting and that's why I only visit this subreddit once a month and read only the titles now. I stopped reading the comments a few years ago, because they are all the same bitch and moan because they are too lazy and hate writing and just want to be a published millionaire author.
They don't care about writing. They don't care about telling a story. They don't care about characters. They just want to get money for doing nothing, though writing was a great get rick quick scheme, and now that they found out how much work is involved in writing a noel, they are bitching about it being too hard, too much work. Oh boo-hoo-hoo.
They took up writing because they didn't want to get a real job, and now they have discovered that writing IS a real job and the manual labor is a lot harder than a basic 9 to 5 job, the hours are longer, the pay less, and they are frustrated because they thought they could shit out a 50k novel in 30days and live off million dollar a month royalties by day 60.
Reality has hit them and so here they are bitching how much they can't write because they hate writing so much.
>>>Have writers forgotten what their title means? To write is to write, not to spend six hours throwing down completely unnecessary character details into three different softwares.
Yep. Yep.
I say this same thing all the time.
But no one listens.
No one wants to hear the advice: "Just write! Writers, write. Go write something."
One has only to look at my inbox to see that.
I receive more than 2,000 emails a day, from newbie writers, most of them asking for help either in character creation or world building. I have several series of novels and short stories (mostly short stories, which I write.
* The Twighlight Manor Series
* The Quaraun Series
* EelKat's Twisted Tales Series
* Captured By Fairies Series
* Hymal Keydar Series
* Death Dell Farm Series
* SpiderDust Saloon Series
* Cheating Wives' Second Chance At Love Series
Each of them has 12+ volumes, most have 100+ volumes, and The Quaraun/Twighlight Manor series has 200+ novels and 2,000+ short stories just in that one series and it's spin off.
The Quaraun/Twighlight Manor series is massive, has more then 750 fully fleshed out primary characters, has more than 8,000 minor characters, spans 5 solar systems each with no fewer than 3 inhabited planets, each planet having multiple timelines and dimensions, more than 200 full fleshed out alien/non-human/fae races, spans a time period from 1458 to 2525, and features a time-traveling, interdimensional portal jumping, Gypsy vagabond as the main character who travels through nearly 10,000 fully fleshed out cities, ruins, regions, jungles, deserts, forests, markets, and mountain ranges.
The first volume of the The Quaraun/Twighlight Manor series was published in 1978, new short stories are published near weekly, new novels are published 4 to 6 times a year, and today nearly 50 years later, this is still the case.
In total the series has more than 8 million published words and nearly twice as many still yet unpublished besides.
The Quaraun/Twighlight Manor series is massive, and while it has relatively low sales, and is considered obscure and will never be a best seller, it has it's fans who are very devoted to it.
Many people who email me asking for writing advice, do so with a sense of awe in their tone. Many say they find it difficult to wrap their minds around the sheer magnitude of hoe huge the Quaraun universe, it's worlds, it's races, it's characters are. How vastly detailed everything is. And they want to know how to build a world like I did and fill it with characters like I did.
So, they ask for world building advice and character creation advice. And they get very upset when I tell them that NOTHING is pre-planned, NOTHING was pre-created, NOTHING was plotted, NOTHING was outlined. The entire Quaraun/Twighlight Manor series with all of it's massive solar systems, denizens of characters, and hoards of races, was all written by me just sitting down and writing.
Just write, is NOT the advice people want.
They expect me to tell them about researching gravitational pulls on planets... I had one guy who sent me an email that was over 10,000 words long and detailed all his research into gravitational pull on planets and why certain plants grew where because of it, and he wanted to compare my notes on gravity pull, of the planets Vesonta, Diona, Ptarmmagin, Flame, and Crystonia, to see if he was "doing it right", he wanted to know how I had done it on the planets Vesonta, Diona, Ptarmmagin, Flame, and Crystonia, and if his world was complete enough that he could start writing stories about it yet.
...uhm... what?
I've never researched how planets were forms and what gravity does to them. I doubt if you took the planets Vesonta, Diona, Ptarmmagin, Flame, and Crystonia, and put them in the real world that any of them would survive.
I DID NOT build those worlds ahead of time than start writing about them.
I wrote the stories first and whenever I needed a new planet, I grabbed a Dungeon Master Chart from Dungeons and Dragons, rolled the d20 dice and whatever it landed on, that's the type of planet I wrote. If it landed on desert, BOOM, the new planet was made up of mostly desert. Then I went to Seventh Sanctum, spun the random name generator and BOOM, now I have 10 new city names. Than I went to Chaotic Shiny and rolled the city generator and BOOM - ten new cities. It took me under 10 minutes to roll out a new planet, and BOOM, I'm back to writing the story.
It's all random, on the fly by the seat of my pants. Whatever the story needs, I drop it in while I'm writing.
I DO NOT take time away from writing to build my worlds. That is WHY my worlds are so huge and vast and sprawling. I just write and add what the story needs as I write it.
I DO NOT take time away from writing to create new characters. That is WHY I have so many characters of so many races. I just write and add what the story needs as I write it.
I JUST WRITE!
And yet when I tell people this they get all mad and bitchy because they think I'm hiding some big writing secret from them... they've said as much. Frequently.
They want me to detail HOW to build worlds, HOW to create characters, they ask for lists of questions to help them fill out a character profile and charts of things they should add to their worlds, and I don't have any of those things to give them.
I JUST WRITE!
If I'm writing and my story needs a brook with a bridge, BOOM, I add a brook and a bridge.
I JUST WRITE!
If I'm writing and my story needs a merchant selling rare books about dragons, BOOM, I add new street to the town and at the end of that street is a shop with a merchant selling rare books about dragons.
Regions, places, items, and characters are all added as needed, while I'm writing, when the story tells me it needs that.
I JUST WRITE and add new people and places to the world as they are needed.
I will never understand the concept of building huge worlds and notebooks of character for no reason at all.
Every place, every character, every item, has a purpose. They are important to the plot.
I don't set out creating them all willy nilly, than try to think of a story to tell about them later.
That is complete the reverse of how I write.
I have a story in my head and I just write it down and ad characters and places to the story as I go.
>>>Have writers forgotten what their title means? To write is to write, not to spend six hours throwing down completely unnecessary character details into three different softwares. It feels like so many "writers" here enjoy the title much more than the craft, and are trying to maneuver their way around actually writing.
I get so many questions from so many people, that in 2003 I started 2 series of online articles: EelKat's Guide to World Building and EelKat's Guide to Character Creation. I get mixed responses to it. Some think it's the best. Others think it's the worst.
The thing of it is, when people think world building and character development they usually want charts and sheets to fill out and fill in the blanks, and I don't write that way. I write with writing prompts.
So they want me to give them a list of MySpace questions: "What's your MC's favorite flavour of ice cream?" so that they can write one word: Vanilla, in the blank.
But instead I say something like: "Your MC is picking out ice cream off the side of an ice cream truck. They are about to ask for their favorite flavor, when a scream could be heard. What does your MC do? Write a 2,000 word scene telling what they do and why their favorite ice cream flavor is important. Bonus points if you can write all 2,000 words in under an hour. Double bonus points if you reach 5,000 words, make the flavor of ice cream actually meaningful to the plot and do it all in less than 60 minutes."
Yeah.
I don't ask them to give me one word fill in the blank, no, I ask them to JUST WRITE THE FUCKING STORY and make try to actually make the MC's favorite ice cream flavor ACTUALLY important to the plot.
I do it this way both to show them that JUST WRITING about your character is far more important that creating lists of your character's fave things, and to show them how difficult it is to make a list of the MCs fave things important to the plot, to show them that USUALLY knowing your MCs fave ice cream flavor is not something you or the reader will ever need to know.
I show them that by JUST WRITING your character in acting, you move your story forward and you no longer need to waste time creating lists and charts about your character's fave things.
Some people like this, but a LOT of people HATE it and I get tons of hate emails about my world building and character development writing prompts, with them saying they WANTED TO MAKE PROFILES AND DRAW MAPS NOT WRITE... wait... what'd you say? You are upset that I'm teaching you how to write characters by asking you to WRITE about your characters?
...uhm...
Okay. But I thought you wanted to learn how to write characters and worlds the SAME WAY I DO... and that's how I do it.
I come up with a prompt and I JUST WRITE.
I don't fill in charts.
I don't draw maps.
I JUST WRITE!
>>>Have writers forgotten what their title means? To write is to write, not to spend six hours throwing down completely unnecessary character details into three different softwares. It feels like so many "writers" here enjoy the title much more than the craft, and are trying to maneuver their way around actually writing.
Yeah. I know what you mean.
I think a lot of people just want to build worlds, create characters, draw maps, make lists, and don't REALLY want to actually WRITE stories.
And that's fine, but I just wish they would stop pretending to be writers when they are not.
There are jobs for what they do. And they definitely should look into video game or tabletop game creation because both require world building and character creation without writing stories about those worlds or characters.
But they really need to stop lying to themselves and others, because they are NOT writers.
Worldbuilding is NOT writing.
Character creation is NOT writing.
Sure they are important and writers need to know how to do both, but, on their own they are NOT writing.
>>>Now this post isn't to call anyone out or say that /r/writing as a whole is a bunch of lazy wannabes, but c'mon, guys.
Hey, if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck... call them what they are. Don't pussy foot around it. They ARE a bunch of lazy ass wannabes. Not every one, but a lot of them are.
>>>Do you need Scrivener?
Nope.
I've never used it.
I looked it up once, back when there was a lot of hype about it. I downloaded the free 10 day trail. Found it to be the most unnecessary piece of crap ever created for writers. Never even bothered to try it. It was a convoluted mess.
It doesn't help you write.
It's a lot of sticky notes and animated peg boards, to let you play games with sentences.
I use 4 programs: EditPad7 to get down the first draft; yWriter5 to sift out scenes into chapters; ProWriter to edit it; and LibreOffice to format it.
Each is plain and simple. Just a white sheet. No bells and whistles to distract me.
>>>What's the difference between Beyonce promoting Pepsi and some famous author saying that Scrivener saved his life?
Absolutely nothing.
>>>You wouldn't fall for Beyonce's gimmick, would you?
Nope.
>>>Does anyone ever just sit down, not to a computer but to a regular pad of paper and a pencil (although sure, if you're really more comfortable with a keyboard, it can be a computer instead), and just write?
Yes. They do. But they aren't on Reddit announcing it.
They are too busy writing, editing, and publishing to have any free time to gripe on Reddit.
>>>What's the step after "Just Write"? Or: How can you make slog beautiful?
You know, this is not a question asked very often. I'm glad to see it. It's a good question. Usually people are bitching, blaming, making excuses, looking for cop outs, asking for hand outs, trying to get others to write scenes for them, or otherwise trying to worm their way out of writing their story themselves.
You are a rare breath of fresh air in the monotonous slog of endless griping crybabies too lazy to do any work for themselves.
I don't know about making writing beautiful. Can writing be beautiful?
It's not something I have ever thought about, nor is it something I have ever strived for. Function, that is my goal.
Perhaps genre is the reason? Maybe your genre wants beauty over function?
>>>I've been writing pretty consistently for a few years, anywhere from 1-4 hrs a day (sometimes short stories, sometimes novels).
This is good.
Somewhat.
While I'm an advocate of daily writing, I'm also an advocate of days off.
If you write too much, you risk burn out.
Taking a break to do other hobbies for 1 or 2 days every week, will do wonders in improving your writing.
I know it may sound odd, but it's true.
If you write 7 days a week, your brain gets numb to it and you get into a robotic, slog out words for the sake of slogging out words, ritual. And before you know it, you lose the joy, inspiration, and motivation. In short, you burn out.
From what you have said, it sounds like you are on the cusp of burn out and need to push yourself back from the desk and get into the habit of taking off 2 days a week.
>>>I've gotten really good pushing through the slog, and just keep churning out words.
But are you writing stories, is the question?
In a minute you'll start talking about tossing away your writing because it didn't come straight from the mouth of god and I find that a bit concerning.
Quite a lot concerning.
Deeply concerning.
You seem think think everything you write is garbage and the only time good stuff comes out it's pure gold because god write it not you.
You might want to check that your medication is not expired.
>>>The general advice of "Keep Writing" makes sense to me.
You say this now, but, than you immediately start saying all your writing is crude except for the few times god takes over and gold lands on the page.
I'm not sure you know what Keep Writing actually means. You sound like you are writing at random with no story to tell, no direction, no goals, and no purpose. You write just for the sake of moving your hand in repetitive motion and hope that some day something good will land on the paper.
"Keep Writing", means to take the story in your head, and Just Write it down and Keep Writing until it is finished.
It doesn't mean Just Write random nonsense and Keep Writing until a gem from god pops out.
>>>I've made a few "gems" in my stories, but these are very much based on inspiration. As in, in an inspired moment, I'll get a gold nugget, sometimes even publishable. Most of the time though, the stories aren't so good. The ones I go back and edit can be edited to a decent quality, but nothing award winning.
>>>Is there a way to "tweak up" those non inspiring moments so they, too, can be gold?
What exactly is non-inspired writing by your mind?
Because either you don't know what it means and are using this phrase extremely incorrectly or if you are using it correctly, you are suffering from a very dangerous psychiatric disorder known as megalomania and you belong in a straight jacket before you start killing people in the name of god.
Which is it?
Are you actually using that phrase correctly?
Do you even know what the word inspired means?
It means that god or one of his messengers, came and talked to you face to face and wrote "inspired words" aka you wrote the literal word of god. That makes you a prophet. That means you are writing holy scripture.
Did you know that?
No?
Well, than you don't know words very well, do you?
What are you doing trying to be a writer when you don't know the meanings of the words you write?
Do you know who my grandfather was?
David Henry Atwater. Friend and collogue of George Applewhite, and co-founder, and lesser leader of Heaven's Gate. Ge talked to god all day and all night. I was born and raised in Heaven's Gate. Or did you forget that?
Don't remember Heaven's Gate? March 1997, 39 of them were forced to "commit suicide" by drinking grade Kool-Aid.
Ever wondered why suicide is the primary topic I write about? Oh geegh, I don't know, maybe I've known more than 300 friends and relatives who commit suicide because the day they killed 39 people was just biggest suicide event they did, it wasn't the only one.
God told them to do it.
They were inspired by the voice of god.
I have an extreme hatred for lunatics who claim to talk to god. So give me a reason why I should not hate you?
I hate severe post traumatic stress disorder and it's triggered by people like you who think god acts through them.
One of two things is happening here:
* You are using the word inspired extremely incorrectly.
* You're a religion crazed jackass.
I've known a lot of "inspired" people, several hundred, and you know what they all had in common? They were lazy ass bums who didn't want to work for a living and liked to sit around waiting to be inspired, and every time they wanted to get away with a crime, they claimed inspiration allowed them to do it.
They were inspired.
My opinion of inspired people is that they are nothing but narssasitic jackasses, too lazy to get a real job, so they sit around making up excuses and claiming to be waiting for inspiration.
So no, I'm not impressed by your tale of writing gold here and there and lazily tossing away anything not inspired.
>>>It's a bit frustrating to discard all this hours of work, to feel like the whole point of churning through the slog is to have a flash of insight type of whirlwind,
Discard?
Why would you discard it?
I have absolutely every word I have written since 1975. Even forum posts and tweets and Twitch chats, all saved.
I see so many people talk about throwing away their writing and I've never understood how anyone could have such a callus mindset. Throwing away words is a sign of carelessness and lack of intelligence.
I'm sorry, but you are not going to find me very sympathetic to your plight when you care so little about your own work that you would throw it away.
You don't even give a shit about your own words and you expect me to waste my time writing words to give you advice?
Why should I?
Someone who doesn't care about their own things is someone who can not be trusted with another person's things.
You prove you are worthy of respect, by how you treat the things you own. And when you toss out important documents all willy nill, well than, you certainly are worthy of any respect. You are not someone who can be trusted to guard words and keep them safe. And yet you want me to give you MY valuable words?
There's your problem right there.
You don't value what you have.
You sit around waiting, hoping, dreaming for inspiration to strike, waiting for the Muse to arrive and drip gold on your head.
You await the arrival of the golden glory and toss everything else aside as worthless trash.
Perspective is what you need.
Perspective and a mirror.
You live in a fantasy delusion, that writing must be inspired, that writing must be gold... you've said as much... and all else i trash to throw away.
Well, I don't think that way.
I know the value of words.
Feral child... remember?
I didn't have the advantages of 1st world problems. I still don't.
Paper is a very valuable and rare thing. Not easy to come by, and cost several months worth of income for just a small bit. Clearly you live in a place where paper is easy to come by and does not cost much money, other wise you could not risk tossing it in the trash so easily.
You wasteful fool.
The only advice people like you need is to stop waiting for gold bricks to land on your head, and get to work on improving what you have.
>>>Are there people who beautify their cruddy, non inspired writing?
It's called editing and I know you know what editing is because you also said this:
>>>(To clarify: I edit my writing. It just doesn't turn out pretty, unless it started out inspired to begin with.)
>>>Are there people who beautify their cruddy, non inspired writing?
>>>(To clarify: I edit my writing. It just doesn't turn out pretty, unless it started out inspired to begin with.)
Are you even listening to yourself?
Who died and made you god?
You have a problem. A very big and very serious problem. And before you do what the rest of the psycho Christians do and go on a domestic terrorism killing rampage, you need to get psychiatric help.
No writer, no editor, no one in this career can help you. There is no such thing as inspired writing, god isn't talking to you or through you. It's call schizophrenia. You need help. Professional help. And medication.
Until your on medication and able to actually write your own words without waiting for god to write through you, you will NEVER be happy with anything you write. You will NEVER see any of your work as good.
So long as you think the only good work you put out is the voice of god speaking to you, EVERYTHING else you write is always going to be cruddy in your eyes and no amount of editing advice is going to help you to see your none-voice-of-god work as anything other and crud.
God's not talking to you and until you accept that, no amount of writing advice will ever help you.
We writers, we can advice you on how to edit your work, but if you only write drivel while you wait for god to write through you, than it's pointless for any of us to try to help you. You have no faith in yourself and you will NEVER see anything you write as good no matter how good it is.
You need to stop looking for the words of god spoken through you and just face the fact that all your words come from you and there was no heavenly intervention involved.
Your work is not inspired.
No one's is.
Inspired work isn't real.
Inspired work is just raving lunatics pretending to be the voice of god to feel special.
Stop blaming god for something you did. YOU wrote the good writing, not god. You. So just accept it and stop looking for excuses and cop outs.
You can write good work and you know it, so stop blaming it on god.
>>>Are there people who beautify their cruddy, non inspired writing?
Yes, every writer. Every writer edits their work.
And I can't tell you how to edit your work, because I'm not god, so my words aren't inspired and you won't listen to me for that reason.
>>>Are there people who beautify their cruddy, non inspired writing?
You need to pull your head out of your ass and try living in the real world for a change.
Inspired writing doesn't exist.
All writing is written by the hand of man.
God isn't speaking through you.
Inspired writing is not real.
Get psychiatric help. You need it.
Harsh?
Yes.
Why?
Because there are far too many tuttie fruities like you in the world. The world is a harsh place, and if anything I've said here is too harsh for you to take, than Honey, you won't last in the publishing industry.
The publishing industry is as competitive as the Olympics his.
There are millions of psychotically deranged authors out there, like Kendra Silvermander.
Bomb building authors like Kendra Silvermander are a dime a dozen. They'll start small, harassing you in emails, then work their way up to murdering your family, just like Kendra Silvermander did to me.
Why? Because that's what competitive bastards are like. They think they have to kill or be killed to make it to the top and they will literally kill any author they feel they need to cut down to get where they want.
Before the police identified her as the one who put the bomb in my house, I had never heard of Kendra Silvermander and had no idea she thought of me as her competition.
The first time I heard her name was in 2010, yet the police said she was stalking me since 2004, for a full 6 years.
Why do I tell you this?
Because you live in a tuttie fruity fantasy that god speaks and you write his words, and someone like you, will be crushed by someone like Kendra Silvermander. I'm strong, so I survive, but you, looking for gold and beauty, you won't last ten minutes in the real world.
Someone needs to wake you up, BEFORE, you get hurt.
Have I got your attention yet?
What do you do after Just writing, when god isn't shitting gold out your pen?
You wake up to reality and stop acting like a child who has never been outside.
Open your eyes.
No one shits gold on the page.
And no one writes and writes and writes mindlessly waiting for gold to bleed out of the ink.
That's not what Just Writing means.
You don't Keep Writing and writing and writing endlessly hoping to find gold leaf on the page.
That's not what Keep Writing means.
If you want gold on the page, you first had to have a story to tell, characters to tell it about, an a world to set it in.
Just Writing is good, but Just Writing on it's own is useless.
Just Writing is only one step.
Keep Writing is good advice, but you need to do more than keep writing.
Writers write, yes, but writers also plot, plan, create, build, dream, plan, set goals, outline, edit, proofread, edit some more, edit again.
Focusing on only one part of the process and ignoring everything else is bad.
You need to do Everything.
Just Writing is good but it's only one part. Without the rest, it is nothing.
Keep Writing is good, but it's just a part. You need all of the rest too.
The REASON people say to Just Write and Keep Writing, is because people focus on ONE THING at the expense of all else. They focus on outlining and never write. They focus on worldbuilding and never write.
Then there are people like you who do the same thing in reverse. You focus on writing but you never outline, never world build.
THIS is why your writing lacks gold and beauty. Being inspired has nothing to do with it at all.The problem is taking one thing and doing ONLY that one thing, instead of having a balance of all parts.
You need all parts of the writing process, not JUST WRITING.
You took the Just write advice to heart, great, but you did so at the expense of all else and now you are sitting around waiting for your writing to spit out god's word, and that's just never going to happen, no matter how much you write.
>>>Just write. That’s something I see as the top comment on every writing advice thread ever.
Just write.
Yes.
But also write with purpose. Write with direction. Write with a clear goal in mind. Know where you are going so that you'll know it when you reach the end.
Sadly most people preach Just Write without actually explaining what it means or how to do it.
Just Write doesn't mean to endlessly write random nonsense. It means to stop procrastinating and just write your fucking story. However, if you do not have a story to write, well that, you have work to do and the advice Just Write is not for you.
You can't JUST WRITE a story when you don't know the plot.
You can't JUST WRITE a story when you don't have any characters.
You can't JUST WRITE a story when you don't have a world/setting for the story to take place.
And while you can JUST WRITE a story without an outline, having an outline before you start to JUST WRITE will go a long was towards helping you to stay on track and no wander aimlessly while you JUST WRITE.
And it sounds like you might not have everything you need, yet in order, so while you can JUST WRITE with what you have already, you may find the process a bit difficult because you are running blind, with no guidance, no purpose, no sense of direction.
>>>The problem for me is I have only a vague idea of the story I want to tell. I have a couple of characters and 3 or 4 scenes but not much more, so “just write” seems like a waste of time.
Is it a waste of time in your situation? It depends. Possibly, but maybe not. It depends on what you have to work with and what you create while writing.
You may have more to work with than you think.
Have you tried writing prompts?
I see a lot of people baulk at the thought of writing prompts, but I often learn that they just never found prompts that suited their story and once they had prompts that fit their story, suddenly prompts became a thing they loved to use.
Let's see if you can combine the Just Write Advice with Writing Prompts to help you get the story moving forward.
First let's look at what you DO have already:
* a vague idea of the story
* 2 characters (we'll call them Character A and Character B)
* 4 scenes already written
Now, let's see what we can do with this.
I'm going to give you a list of writing prompts. I want you to take at least 1 of them, and just it to write a new scene for your story. See how many of these prompts you can use.
* Character A needs advice about something. What advice do they need? Who do they go to to find help? What advice to they receive? Is the advice good or bad? What did they do with the advice? How does what they did effect Character B? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Character B find a weapon. Everyone expects them to use the weapon, but instead, they hide the weapons because they believe it's a weapon with a dark secret. What type of weapon is it? What is the dark secret? Why did everyone expect B to use the weapon? How did people respond when B decided not to use the weapon? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Because of a tornado, Character A is revealed to have an addiction. What is that addiction? Why were they hiding it? How did the storm cause it to be revealed? How do people react to this discovery? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Character B inherits an unusual object. What is that object? Who did they inherit it from? How does this change their life? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* A character will do laundry. What needs washing? How did it get soiled? How will they wash it? If historical, do they wash it in a brook, haul water to a tub in the house, or have their servants do it? If modern, do they have a washer and dryer in their home or do they have to take a trip to the laundromat or does it need to be dry cleaned? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* A character will read someone's diary, but it is done for different reasons than people would expect. Whose diary did they read? Why did they do it? What did they learn? How does this change the story? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* A character makes someone a meal, and the action has far better results than expected. Who are they cooking for? Why? What did they make? How does this change their relationship? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* An old friend shows up. Who are they? Why are they here? How does this change your character's day? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* It is exactly midnight. Tell me what is going on right now. Where is Character A and what are they doing? Why? Is this a normal thing for them to be doing this time of night or is tonight special for some reason? What about Character B? What are they doing right now. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a pair of eyeglasses and a beggar. Focus on describing unusual details. Remember to keep everything relevant to your story's plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a holiday. Focus on description that uses all five senses. Explain how your character is feeling emotionally. What they are smelling. What they are hearing. What they are tasting. What they are feeling physically. What they are seeing. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Write about a locket. Focus on creating at least one compelling new character: either the person whose photo is in the locket or the person who owns the locket. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Describe Character A's bedroom. What are 5 things found in the room that are important to the plot? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Describe Character B's kitchen. What are 5 things found in the room that are important to the plot? If it's a time period from before the invention of kitchens, describe a place they would eat and cook their meals. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Character A is preoccupied. What are they doing? Why has it distracted them so much? What are they supposed to be doing but aren't because of this preoccupation? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Character B has become vaguely irritated. Why? What has caused this? How are they acting because of it? What can be done to appease them? How is this important to the plot? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* During the story, a character eats something that disagrees with them. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* The story must have an old woman in it. Who is she? Why is she so important? How do your characters meet her? Did they already know her? Is she a relative? Old friend? Random stranger? What impact does she have on their lives? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* While at the store/market/merchant/auction your character discovers they have lost their purse/wallet/money and can not make the purchase. It's a very expensive item and they were carrying a large sum of cash. Someone in the crowd overhears this and offers to pay for the purchase, in exchange for being allowed to use it. Who is this person? What is the item? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* A stranger drops a book. Your character picks it up intending to return it, but the stranger has disappeared in the crowd. Your character opens the book, hoping to find the owner's name written inside, instead they find... Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* Your character wakes up in a strange place. They don't know where they are or how they got there. Tell us what happened and what they intend to do about it. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
* There is a log cabin on the lake. For some reason this is terribly important. To who? And why? Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
Remember, these are writing prompts. Not fill in the blank questionnaire.
DO NOT simply answer the questions with one word or phrase or sentence. Write a full and complete scene with a beginning middle and end and make it important to the plot of your story.
Ie: WP asks: "Who is the old lady?"
Don't write: "Mary's grandmother" and be done with it.
Instead write:
"Mary's 82 year old grandmother arrived unexpectedly this morning. No one knows why. She's been sitting at the kitchen table, silently drinking her peppermint tea for the last three hours. How does someone make a cup of tea last three hours, I don't know, but she's doing it. Mary's mom offered the grey haired old lady some cookies but she refused to take one. She has an ominous arura about her. Like staring into the deepest, darkest soul of an ancient swamp witch. Her cold blue eyes were piecing as she stared out the window, sipping her tea, not saying a word. She had something important to say. That much I knew. I could see it in the grim determination of her jaw. She was clenching her teeth as if she had something terrible to say. Some horrible secret to reveal. Some nightmare to unleash upon us. But she sat in silence. Waiting. Watching. For what I do not know. Whatever se has to say to us, I wish she'd just say it already. The suspense is killing me. The tension is eating away at my soul. What does she want? Why is she here? Why do I feel this dark foreboding about her very presence?"
"The door latch clicked. The key jangled. The front door swung open. I recognized it's familiar creak. Mary's dad is home from work. I can hear him in the front room. Good. Every one's here now. The whole family. And me of course. But they are here now. Mary's whole family. Whatever the old woman has to say, maybe now she'll say it. The silence is killing me. I want to know why she is hear. What does she want? Why won't she talk? And ho the hell does someone spend three hours sipping tea? I had to know. I don't know why. I needed to know. What does she want? Why is she here? I can't stand the silence any more."
And there you have it, in under 5 minutes, it didn't even take me 3 minutes to write that, I now have a new 200 word scene introducing an old lady to my story. A scene that I can easily expand beyond 500 words, once I write down her telling the family why she is there.
Don't just answer the writing prompt questions... WRITE a scene for you story, based off the writing prompts topic.
There are 22 writing prompts. I tried to make them generic enough to fit into any genre, any theme, any story, as I do not know what your genre is.
Feel free to change the prompts to make them fit your story. Like, one says to have a tornado happen, but maybe your story is set on a beach in Florida, so just change it from tornado to hurricane, or maybe your character is in a desert region, so change tornado to sand storm, or maybe they are in the deep north, so change tornado to blizzard or do they live in California? Than make it an earthquake. Are they in the south Pacific? Make it a typhoon or a volcano.
Maybe you don't need to add an old lady, maybe an old man instead... or how about an old stray dog? It doesn't matter how you change the writing prompt. What matters is that the prompt gets you adding new segments to your story.
And if you can make each scene at least 500 words long, that's 11,000 new words added to your story.
But what if you can make each scene 1,000 words. That's 22,000 new words added to your story.
Also, you could take each prompt and write it twice: once from the perspective of character A and again from the point of view of character B. Which would give you 44 new scenes for your story instead of 22.And if you went with 1,000 words per scene, times 44 scenes, that's a whopping 44,000 words added to your story.
And if you are writing a novel, the average novel is 200,000 words, you're 1/4 to the end just from these writing prompts.
Now, if you are one of those people who says: "But writing prompts are a waste of time because nothing I write fits in my story."... well, than you are using writing prompts wrong. The goal of a writing prompt is NOT for you to write a stand alone scene that won't fit in your story.
NO!
The goal is for you to take the prompt, and use it to write a scenario FOR YOUR STORY. If the prompt doesn't fit your story, than make changes to the prompt so that it DOES fit within your story.
Don't just answer the prompt. Think instead about how you can make the prompt apply to your story. Get creative. Add things to the prompts.
You can easily take this prompt:
* During the story, a character eats something that disagrees with them. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...and change it to this prompt:
* During the story, an indecisive alchemist falls madly in love with Character A. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...or this:
* During the story, an outlaw hides in the backroom of the saloon. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
...or even to this instead:
* During the story, a frustrated astronaut is forced to live for 2 years on a space station with the research scientist who was the classroom bully decades ago. This becomes dreadfully important to the plot, but does so by side tracking from the main plot of the story and adding a new sub plot. Can you make this scene last for at least 500 words?
Do you see how versatile writing prompts are and how easy it is to change the details of them to make them match your genre? The original is generic and genreless, which the second implies Fantasy of some sort ad the third aims at Western, and the fourth leans itself towards Sci-Fi.
You can use these prompts over and over again, by making small changes like that, to make the prompt fix your story.
Remember the goal of a writing prompt is to help you ADD TO your story, not to distract you from your story, so make sure what you write is part of your story and not some random shit you just wrote just to get the prompt finished and checked off your list.
You aren't trying to check off having just written a certain amount of words or answering a certain amount of prompts. Your goal i to get your story written and use these prompts to help you think of new scenes for your story.
You want to be using the prompts to push your story forward, to push past the road block that has stopped you from writing.
If you are writing random shit that doesn't apply to your story, than you are using writing prompts incorrectly.
>>>Should I be giving my entire focus to the pre-work of generating characters and plot or just give it a go and write the scenes I have in mind?
I'd suggest doing a bit of both.
There's no rule that says you must do one over the other.
I would definitely say to JUST WRITE the scenes you have in mind first, so that you don't forget them.
Than work on fleshing out characters and plot and the setting, and as you think of more scenes write each one down as they come to you
.There is no real one true right way to write a novel.
There are lots of methods and processes and some ways work for Author A but not Author B, and that's perfectly fine. No way is going to work for everyone.
The important thing is to experiment constantly with your writing habits until you find the set o methods that work best for your personally.
If it turns out to be the Just Write method that works best for you, that's great. Run with it.
If it turns out the Just Write method is too lose and unstructured for you, well that's fine too.
It doesn't matter which method or set of methods you use to write your novel, what matters is that you find the method that helps YOU write our novel.
If this method doesn't work for you, no problem, just try a different method. The Snowflake method, the Beat Sheet method, the Outline method, and so many more. They are all good methods and you'll never know which is right for you until you try them all and see which one worked best at helping you to get your story out of your head and onto paper.
Good luck!
>>>I often see folks saying the best way to improve their writing skills is to "Just write."
Yes, and if you browse Reddit enough you'll also find 14 million members who believe the world is flat and write at length trying to convince the rest of Reddit's 9-BILLION members.
Also, did you ever notice how Reddit has 2-BILLION more members than there are people on the planet?
Did you also know that while a few of us have just one account, the average Reddit user will create 300 accounts each year?
Did you also know that using Google's Pigeon bot, it only takes you about 10 seconds to find out the real name, home address, and phone number of any of Reddit's "throwaway accounts"?
Back on topic.
>>>I often see folks saying the best way to improve their writing skills is to "Just write."
Yes.
These people are talking out their ass and have no clue what the advice to "Just Write" even means.
While it is true you can not improve your writing skills if you never write anything, it's a very bold lie to say that "Just Writing" will improve your writing skills.
It will not and anyone who says it will, is bold face lying to you.
The problem with 90% of Reddit is that it's mostly know-nothing children who do not practice what they preach and are just copy-paste parroting what they heard someone else say, without actually researching to find out if the advice is either good or correct.
This is where you see so many say "Just write! It'll improve your skills." Whereas if you pay attention, you'll notice the professionals who actually know what they are talking about say instead: "Just write! Get that idea on paper. You can improve it later in the editing process."
There is a hell of a big difference between:
* "Just write! It'll improve your skills."
* "Just write! Get that idea on paper. You can improve it later in the editing process."
The meaning is completely different.
"Just write! Get that idea on paper. You can improve it later in the editing process." Is good and accurate advice.
"Just write! It'll improve your skills." Is very, bad advice full of huge inaccuracies.
"Just write! Get that idea on paper. You can improve it later in the editing process." Will help you advance your career.
"Just write! It'll improve your skills." Will kill you career.
>>>I often see folks saying the best way to improve their writing skills is to "Just write."
Yes. I see this advice posted all the time. It gets posted 10+ times per thread. Hundreds of times every day. And ALWAYS by people who also post threads asking why they can't get published, why they get so much bad feedback/reviews.
"Just write! It'll improve your skills." Implies that practice makes perfect, which is only partly true.
#Practice does make perfect, but ONLY if you PRACTICE WITHOUT ERRORS because you already know the rules and are already an expert.
But, if you are constantly practicing mistakes and errors, because you are unaware they are mistakes and errors, than the only thing practice does is perfect your ability to make mistakes and errors.
If you don't have a coach looking over your shoulder and pointing out the mistakes and errors and teaching you how to improve, you'll NEVER stop making those mistakes and errors and your NEVER improve at all.
In fact, if you write daily, aimlessly, without training, you will end up writing so many mistakes and errors so often, for so many years, that you'll even convince yourself you re using good grammar and will not believe any one who points out the mistakes and errors.
This is why "Just write! It'll improve your skills." Is such incredibly bad advice.
Writing is a craft. It takes practice. Yes. But writing badly is practice, just as writing well is.
If you constantly practice bad writing, you will perfect only the art if writing badly without ever improving your skills at all.
>>>I love writing but often get discouraged in my story telling abilities. When I "Just write" the story makes no sense, isn't present or turns into just banter between two soulless characters. I'm doing 2000 words a day but see no improvement. Any tips for a fiction writing n00b?
You are a perfect example of WHY the advice to "Just Write" is such horrifically bad advice, if it is not explained, what is meant by "Just Write".
When an author sits down to write, they ALREADY have a story to tell. They aren't LOOKING to try to find something to say. They have characters ALREADY in their heads, fighting to get out.
If you don't ALREADY have a story to tell than the advice to "Just Write" is absolutely meaningless for you.
"Just Write" is advice for people who ALREADY HAVE a FULL AND COMPLETE story in their heads, but are worrying about little details that don't matter, so they procrastinate with endless research.
"Just Write" is advice for people who ALREADY HAVE a FULL AND COMPLETE world already built, but are worrying about little details that don't matter, so they procrastinate with endless research.
"Just Write" is advice for people who ALREADY HAVE FULL AND COMPLETLY FLESHED OUT characters already, but are worrying about little details that don't matter, so they procrastinate with endless research.
The advice to "Just Write" means: Stop the damned procrastinating, and get the damned story written down already! You already have the plot outlines, the world built, the characters created, you know the plot, you know the premises, you know the beginning-middle-and-end. Just fucking writing it down already!
>>>I love writing but often get discouraged in my story telling abilities. When I "Just write" the story makes no sense, isn't present or turns into just banter between two soulless characters. I'm doing 2000 words a day but see no improvement. Any tips for a fiction writing n00b?
"Just Write" DOES NOT mean to spend your day writing at random and have a years worth of random, unpublishable gibbering shit nonsense a year later, because you wrote daily for no reason other than to write 2,000 words a day.
>>>I love writing but often get discouraged in my story telling abilities.
What is the story? Tell me, right now. out loud. Say it. The whole thing. The average novel can be read in 2 hours. I want you to spend the next 2 hours telling me your story.
Has 2 hours passed?
Good.
What did you say?
Now, tell me why you DID NOT write it down?
That is what "Just write" means.
And if you don't have a fully fleshed out story to tell, already in your head, than the advice to "Just Write" will NOT work for you.
>>>When I "Just write" the story makes no sense, isn't present or turns into just banter between two soulless characters.
It sounds to me like you do not have a fully fleshed out story, already in your head, waiting to be told.
You do realize you can't tell a story, if you don't know what the story is, right?
How do you expect to write a story on paper, when you don't yet have a story in your head waiting to be written?
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