EelKat Wendy C Allen - Dark Fantasy Author

UPDATE March 17, 2021: Another death. Waiting for a coffin to be delivered. Funeral the 21st. Unlikely to be streaming for a few weeks.


Update: March 27, 2021: It's not even been a week since the funeral, and now there is another death and another funeral.


UPDATE April 5, 2021: There are still no streams, as, we've now a another (a 3rd) funeral to prepare for.

And that is now 3 deaths in our family, in the past 2 weeks.

This 3rd death hits hard, because it was Pippi.

Our family has now had 13 deaths since March 2020.

April 10, 2015, 12 children were kidnapped.

May 15, 2015, the heads of 10 of them were nailed to my door.

August 24, 2020, one was found still alive. he was just 4 years old when she was kidnapped, but she remembered us, even though 5 years had passed.

August 25, 2020, Pippi came home, but her condition was not well. She had been tortured the entirety of the 5 years she had been held hostage. She was missing limbs and covered with scars, had broken bones many years not set, and suffered serious damage to many of her internal organs. That she was alive at all, in her condition, was a miracle. Doctors had little hope of her survival and she was sent home with Hospice care.

Pippi had cancer in her eye and needed surgery for it, which she was scheduled to have, shortly before she was kidnapped.

In the years they had her, not only did they torture her, but her cancer went untreated and spread to her brain.

By the time she was returned to us, her cancer had reached an inoperable state, so we knew she did not have much time left.

Had her cancer been treated, back when she was a toddler, she probably would have reach adulthood.

She died only 8 months after her return.

Another child, to cry out from the grave, for Etiole's vengeance upon her murderers. Another victim of evil men, who will stoop to no ends, to bury the crimes they committed 50 years ago.  Drug lords. Opium growers. Heroine dealers. Selling little girls 4 to 8 years old for sex to priests. They only care about money.

All hail the mighty tourist ass. Millions come to Old Orchard Beach every year, for one thing and one thing only: heroine. They sell their drugs to the tourists under the pier and off the balconies of that giant motel. Than drag little girls to the bedrooms of the condominiums on Smithwheel Road, behind the school. And any child who dares open their mouth and beg for help, gets tossed in the GooseFare Brooke Ravine.

Bastard drug lords. They've been doing this for 50 years, and the town hall and the police department, turn a blind eye to it, because they get paid $6million a year to not report it to the newspapers, when the body of another child washes down the ravine, into the gulley to be spit out in the ocean. No fewer than 5 bodies are found every summer, but how often does it get in the news?

The corruption of this fucking town needs to end.

Yet another dead at the hands of these criminals who run our town.

How long will the residents continue to turn a blind eye to what is happening in our town.

How many more children will you let them kill, before you stand up to them?

Another child is dead and no one in this town cares. So long as they get their money from the tourists. The blood of another murdered child screams from the graves, begging for justice. Tick tock, tick tock, so begins, yet another of Etiole's 7 year clocks.

This is why there were no/to few streams from May 2020 until now.

May 2020, after 4 years of not hearing from them at all, the FBI returned with a lead, which led to Pip's discovery a few weeks later in August.

Because of the nature of the situation, I could not talk about it, to tell you why streams had stopped.

The kidnappers, were enraged that we had recovered Pip, and that is when the attacks started up again on my home and family September 2020.

Pip's condition continued to grow worse, and she died April 5, 2021.

She was only 10 years old.

This is what it means, to not be white in America.

White men, won't even give a child the chance to grow up.

This is what white people do, to none white families like mine.

We are Gypsies with Jewish blood, for that alone we are hunted like animals.

What the men of Old Orchard Beach, Maine, did to my family, will never be forgotten or forgiven.

#If you have any information on the kidnappers or the murders...

#FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

Have you forgot the extent of the damage these people did, all because, they wanted to dig up my land and removed bodies buried there, before my house builders found that barrel of bones?

Have you forgotten that 7 town hall workers, 5 public works men, a blond woman, her bald son, and her red haired sister Kendra, and 14 police officers, all lead by a man they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" were the ones 

I name every one of them, except for the ring leaders: blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name". I don't know who those 4 are. I'd never seen any of them, other than the Kendra woman before, and I only knew her fro her attacks beating me up at Panera in 2009, 2010, and 2013.

I can name every one of the others, because all I have to do is go to the Old Orchard Beach town hall and police department website, and their are their faces.

With the exception of blond woman, her bald son, her sister Kendra, and her husband "Mark who needs no last name", every one else involved was government official who works for the state of Maine vis the Old Orchard Beach Town Hall, the Old Orchard Beach Police Department, or the Old Orchard Beach Public Works.

And what exactly did they do?

August 8, 2013 they drove a backhoe over my house. That same backhoe drove over my previous house on the same land April 2007. That same backhoe drove over my poultry barn and horse stables July 2001. July 2001 was the first attack.

March 2015 was the the massive attack, with an entire fleet of trucks, and drove over the Church of the Holy Rhinstone, a church that stood on my land, my garage which is why I no longer have a garage to put my car in, my 2 sheds both of which had my tractors and other garden/crop machinery in them at the time. And of course the razing of the land, the cutting down of the apple orchard - the VERY apple orchard planted in 1530 that this town was named after... he actual "old orchard" of Old Orchard Beach... the very original trees - huge massive apple trees over 400 years old. The grape vineyards, the cherry trees, the pears trees. 

April 10, 2015, they returned, 4 police officer held me a gun point, while 10 other police officers held my children down with long poles with metal wire strangle loops on the end, and beat their faces in with cinder block bricks, knocking out every one of their teeth, breaking their jaws... POLICE OFFICERS DID THAT... while men they referred to as "Mark who needs no last name" and "Dan" stood there and told the police officers what to do, how to beat them, while "Mark who needs no last name" boldly bragged that he paid the Old Orchard Beach police $6million dollars to do this.

May 15, 2015... the heads, hands, feet, and intestines of my children were nailed to my door. Later that same day police officer W. W. came to my home begging for forgiveness and claimed that men he referred to only as "Mark and Dan" were holding his beloved mother-in-law hostage and torturing her, and he helped in the April 10, 2015 attack, only to save her life and get her back. He claimed he had no prior knowledge of what was going to happen, claiming that he'd been told they were only going to "scare" us. He said he had not expected anyone to get hurt, he had not known my children would be tortured and kidnapped, he had not known they were going to be murdered. He said he was scared for his life and lives of his family. And he said: "They form a small army, our department doesn't have enough man power to stop them, and every one in this town is too scared to fight back. You don't know what's going on. And I think they mixed you up with someone else. They didn't know you were the owner of this land. They didn't know that was your motorhome. They thought someone else owned this place. It wasn't even your family they were after. You were the wrong target. You don't know who these people are. What they've done to our families. This is the actual Mafia. The real deal. I'm so sorry. This is the address they sent us to. But they had a different name as the owner. This wasn't supposed to happen. They were after someone else. I'm so sorry. I couldn't let my family died. And now yours is dead instead. This wasn't supposed to happen."

June 19, 2016... I did a very specific livestream. You see... A., D., B., and T. in the 1970s and 1980s, were in the habit of dragging big black trash bags into the forest, crossing my land to do it, and dumping those bags into the Goosefare Brook Ravine. In 1983, 3 snuck into Etiole's swamp and planted 3 acres of Marijuana. Someone found it and called the police, I don't know who... it was Maine's largest drug raid for decades. Many, many millions in plants where dug up and removed from Etiole's swamp. A few weeks later A, & D,s 10 year old daughter ran into my yard, touched my car on a dare from other children - the 1964 Dodge 330 former Old Orchard Beach police car, known by Stephen King fans as the REAL Christine, The World's Most Haunted Car... than jumped her bike, and sped down the road, as fast as she could, head on into a car coming the other way. She died instantly, he brain shattered all over the end of my driveway, and her mother A responded by the Battle of 458 - the biggest mass shooting ever in Maine history, that ended up with 3 Gypsy clans and 2 police departments, in a shoot out between 70+ adults all armed with guns. One of my cousins, an 8 year old boy, standing 3 feet from me, had his eye shot out by one of the bullets. While A ran around the street screaming: "FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

"FOUR! FIVE! EIGHT!" than shoot another child. 

THOSE are the 31 children, whose bones were sawed up and tossed into the GooseFare Brook Ravine... yes, that DOES mean, police officers KNEW those children were there and covered it up.  And I witnessed that entire event.

And THAT is WHY... when police officers murdered my family in 2015, I did a livestream, walking to the ravine, to show the world, where those bones were... because I'm sick and tired of the police corruption in this fucking town, and those sawed up bones of 31 children are PROOF of what this town government is like.... as are the heads of my children that were nailed to my door.

At the end of The Battle of 4-5-8... A. took 2 gas cans and poured them all over the big dome house, than set a match to it, and no one knew, why when she did her brother B., started running, jumped in his robin egg blue truck and backed down the driveway, hit Portland Ave doing 70 and didn't stop driving until the high speed chase caught him in CT... oh but we knew before he was out of sight, why he started running... the dome house went up like Hiroshima into a mushroom cloud that could be seen across the entire state... turns out there was a Meth lab in that house.

June 19, 2016... the livestream of the bones went viral, it's what made my YouTube channel suddenly explode overnight... and police officer W.W. upset, by the fact that, the livestream included the entire police call and response, and that response was to laugh and do nothing... fed up with the corruption in his department, he forwarded that livestream VOD to the FBI, and the FBI arrived in Old Orchard Beach, to dig up the Reclaim Blueberry Plains, and all hell broke lose in this town, as most of the police officers suddenly found themselves arrested. An entire new police force from out of state was brought in to replace the long time officers who had proven they could be trusted to uphold the law. Many town hall officials and public works employees also found themselves arrested by the FBI.

June 26, 2016... barely a week later... the blond woman and the red haired Kendra woman showed up at my workplace, Scarborough WalMart, and tried to kill me, yet again... these are the same 2 woman who attacked me with golf clubs at Southern Maine Community College November 14, 2013... they left dead in 2013, I was paralized for 5 months. It took me 18 months to relearn to walk. I was out of the wheel chair, and I was without a walker, I was without a cane. I had almost fully covered from their November 14, 2013 attack with golf clubs... June 26, 2016, this time they attacked with shopping carts, and I'm now crippled for the rest of my life. They shattered 3 vertebra this time and it can't be operated on. I had to relearn to walk a second time, and I'm not yet recovered now in 2021. In 2013 they drove away in the 4 door white pickup truck. In 2016 they drove away in a gold Volvo SUV station wagon.

That blond woman and her red haired Kendra sister, they are wanted by the FBI for attempted murder of me and they are also wanted in questioning for being suspected of also being the murderers of my children.

I don't know who these 2 women are.

The blond woman shows up my driveway frequently, screaming and yelling, sometime accompanied by a small child, about 5 years old, that she pulls behind her in a red radio flyer wagon. She looks to be about 60 or 70. She often wears a denim button down shirt and jeans. She's prone to yelling at passing cars, while pointing up my driveway, and saying: "There's EelKat, she tried to kill my husband."

I've never tried to kill anyone, so accusation is baffling at best.

She seems to think I know who she is, and has made the claim, that "I was that brat in school"... the red haired Kendra woman, sometimes with her, claims to be her sister, also appears to be 60 to 70 and also seems to think I know who she is, and frequently says: "You bullied me in school, but no more, I'm Kendra SilverMander it's my turn to shine."

They BOTH make the claim they went to school with me, and yet, I never went to school, a well documented fact... because I'm the child the FBI rescued what the news media called "Maine's House of Horrors". I was locked in a cage when I was 8 years old. I was let out on Sundays, to go to church, and not allowed to speak or make eye contact with anyone, and this was only done infrequently, whenever church goers asked what happened to that girl you had". I was 31 years old when the FBI arrived, because of Heaven's Gate having killed 39 people, and my uncle being one of the members and self proclaiming himself as the leader of Heaven's Gate after Applewhite's death. The FBI was investigating the murder of 39 people in California, and had no idea they'd find children in cages in Maine as a result.

So you see, when the blond woman and her Kendra sister, make the claim they went to school with me and I was the class bully who beat them up, this is easily proven false, because the time period when I should have been in school, I was locked in a cage, being tortured by my sadistic uncle Bruce.

Also, they are in their late 60s to mid 70s... making them older than my parents, so how could I have been in school with them, even if I had gone to school? At best I would have been starting pre-school the year they would have been graduating high school.

These things they say about school, only further agrees with what police officer W. W. said May 15, 2015, when he made the claim, they had gotten me mixed up with someone else.

July 2016, a month after the shopping cart attack... yet another Old Orchard Beach police officer arrived, this one accompanied by 2 Biddeford officers, who had been former OOB officers... these 3 officers, had a vastly eye opening story to tell me.

They had been called to Old Orchard Beach, to my farm, to arrest me, a call made to them, by a man named Mark, whom one of these officers, claimed was his brother in law. This Biddeford officer, said he requested to transfer ot of Old Orchard Beach department years ago, because his sister (whom he claimed he suspected, but could not prove was the blond woman whom had attacked me at WalMart) was quote "trying to control the town" he said "treats Old Orchard Beach like a dynasty, thinks she's a duchess, has severe mental disorders, and thought she could buy the police department". He went on to say, she got in with the real Mafia years ago and went to her head, and now she thinks she IS the Mafia and most of Old Orchard Beach's business owners, especially the motel owners are scared shitless of her, because they believe her claim to be Mafia. He went on to say, she's not Mafia, but she's good at convincing people she is and stated "I wouldn't murder beyond her. She'd do it just to prove she is Mafia." He said he transferred out of OOB department to Biddeford department because he was fed up with how easy it was for her to get every officer to do anything she asked. He said "the corruption in that department runs deep; don't cross her or any officer she controls; they WILL kill you and every around you. You don't know who her husband is. He doesn't just control that town, he controls half the state."

What he was telling me was bizarre on extremes, but even more bizarre was the live feed radio call, that he had me listen too, as it was happening, on my farm in Old Orchard, while I was at my dad's house in Biddeford.

He said: "The Old Orchard Department called me, asked me to come over here. Buddy Will wanted to prove you were not in Old Orchard and that Mark has you mixed up with someone else. That fucking bastard is crying wolf and trying to frame you, we can prove it right now. We are fucking fed up WolfBoy."

He turned on his radio, so I could hear. A what I heard... a man whose voice I do not recognize, yelling at a Officer W.W. and saying: 

"That is Wendy, arrest her now! That is EelKat. She tried to kill me."

While officer W.W. and another officer, told the man: "his isn't Wendy. We have officers with her right now. Who tried to kill you? Wendy? Or THIS woman right here?"

"This woman right here! This is EelKat I tell you! Arrest her! What do you think I pay you for! You aren't allow to defy me! I own this town! You are my slaves. I command you to arrest her!"

W.W.: "This isn't EelKat. This isn't Wendy. I've known her for years. And right now, she's on the other side of the state. With 3 officers, listening to you right now. You are NOT the law. We've had it with you. You don't own me. And you've mixed her up with someone else. You've been harassing the wrong damned person. You dare call us about Wendy ever again, and I will personally arrest you for false reports, than I'll tell them everything. You'll never see the outside a prison for the rest of your life when I get done with you. You fucking leave this woman alone. You destroyed her life, because you couldn't tell her apart from someone else."

I used to aqua jog, mountain climb, horseback riding, and I hiked 13 miles a day. And in the blink of an eye, that lifestyle was taken away, and every day was struggle, just to sit up and breath, with no hope of ever walking again. I defied doctors. It's been 8 years and I can move around the house by holding on to things and I now can walk again, at the moment only short distances outside with a cane, and the hope is to continue to improve. I still have a long road of recovery ahead. But I'm walking again, something that 8 years ago, doctors said would never happen. 

My farm was razed.

My family was murdered.

I was 5 months paralysed, and had to relearn to walk. It was 8 years ago and I'm not yet fully recovered due to 3 inoperable vertebrae and hip dysplasia. November 14, 2013, 10PM, at WalMart, while putting bags of groceries in the back seat of my car, I was attacked by 3 rapists armed with metal golf clubs, who left me parallelized, in a wheel chair, broken spine, broken hip, broken pelvis, broken knees, serve nerve damage to my left side limiting the use of my left hand, my bladder incontinent from nerve damage, they left me for dead, and I had doctors telling me I would never walk again.

There's more that has happened. A lot more. The thousands of gallons of sewage they pumped into my motorhome in 2015. The cats. the Ptarmagin cats. World famous groups of cats. You remember them. If so, you remember what these people did to those cats. Poisoned. All dead the same day. 12 cats. Dead to what the vet described as: "enough poison to kill a great dane". My horse, she had her head beat in with a rock. My bantam roosters... 70 pet roosters, hung by their necks in rope nooses in my rose bushes.

All because this man, this mystery Mark, whose last name seems to be known to the police but is still unknown to me and man whom I've never seen or met - he keeps his face covered whenever he shows up... mistook me for someone else... and police officers and town hall workers and public work employees.

Welcome to Old Orchard Beach... this is NOT the way life should be, you know it.

What these people did to me, should never have happened, and according to the police, it's been happening for 50+ years to hundreds of people, hundreds of families, in this town, and every one is too scare to talk about it or fight back to stop it. That NEEDS to change.

The corruption in our town, needs to stop... but it won't end, until every last person who is being harassed by these people stand up, put their foot down, and say enough is enough, we ain't gonna take this any more.

We the people of Old Orchard Beach need to take back our town.

NOTE: Chat is set to emote only on my Twitch channel and my personal contact information has been removed from my website and every place else, due to the HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of false reports of "information", along with vile hateful memes about the murder of my family being sent to me by trolls who think mocking the murder of my family is funny.

FBI Agent Andy Drewer out of the Portland, Maine FBI office is in charge of the of the April 10, 2015 kidnapping of my 12 children by 14 Ku Klux Klan men who invaded our home and the subsequent May 15, 2015 murder of 10 of the 12 whom had their heads nailed to my front door. If you have information about the case, give it to him not me. He can be reached @ +1-(207)-774-9322 

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Writing Literary Slice of Life Fantasy Novels:
Knowing what to include when describing the surroundings of a scene.

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>>I know it's a broad question, but are there any general guidelines you guys follow when describing surroundings, features, and how detailed do you go when describing something?

It's different for each author, as each will have their own preferences and writing style. Than it's different within each genre as different genres have different reader expectations about it. For example on one extreme you have the Slice of Life genre which tends to be similar to a playscript style and has 70% to 90% dialogue with little to no description at all. But then on the other extreme you have the Epic Fantasy genre which tends to be only 20% to 30% dialogue and the bulk of the story being sweeping descriptions of vast world building landscapes and battle scenes.

There are dozens of genres in between those extremes, each with lots of variables. Then even within a genre, you have sub-genres that break away from the norm, so you will also see Slice of Life that is description heavy and Fantasy that is dialogue heavy.

A lot depends on the type of story the author desired to tell and their prefered writing style. So, lots of variables, means in the end there is no one correct, right or wrong answer.

You can literally include as much or as little description as you feel best suits your story and no matter which you choose, it's going to be the right answer, because ultimately you are the one in control of the story.

>>I know it's a broad question, but are there any general guidelines you guys follow when describing surroundings, features, and how detailed do you go when describing something?

What do I personally do?

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

The whole thing is mapped out with many 3-ring binders full of charts and graphs and maps for every planet, every continent, every prividance, every town, that has ever appeared in the series.

The wizard himself lives in the 1400s, is a wandering vagabond, and travels on foot, walking 10 or 12 miles a day across a wide variety of landscapes as he treks across the entire planet. Meaning there are stories in deserts, forests, tundras, arctics, savanas, jungles, inland, on coasts, you name it. He's looking for a place to settle down, but his fame precedes him and people either fear and loath him, thus chase him away, or want to hire him for some quest or mission, thus he flees because he doesn't do that sort of thing anymore and just wants peace and quiet. He's forced to live on the road, traveling constantly to get any peace or quiet away from haters and adorerers.

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

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

Now, logic would say that because of this set-up, I should be writing massive, sweeping descriptions of these vast myriads of locations, right?

But do I?



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What this means is the stories are heavy in dialogue (as much as 90% dialogue in some of them) and VERY minimal in descriptions and narratives. It's 3rd person, told from the point of view of the wizard, and 9 times out of 10, if something is described, it's because he is talking about and or using that object.

So, what I do is this: The characters will be talking, while they are walking to wherever. One character will point out something. The other two will comment on it. The reader has now seen a limited glimpse of their surroundings and is left to fill in the blanks with their own imagination. For example:

"Dair be waterfall over dair," Unicorn interrupted Quaraun.


"Waterfall," Unicorn pointed towards the nearby stream.

"I heard what you said. I was talking. You interrupted me."

"Dis morning ya did said ya wanted take bath. Now ya can. Iffy I had no interrupted ya, ya would have kept on talking un walk right by it."

Nothing describes the waterfall itself. Previously one character has stated "I love the smell of pine," cluing the reader that the forest is a pine forest. At other points a character said "This hill is too steep, I need to stop and rest a bit," telling the reader it's a hilly area. Another character saying "I told you these cliffs were too rocky for you" alerts the reader to it being a rocky hill, on a cliff. One character saying: "I hear seagulls" and one saying "I smell crabs and seaweed on the fog" is added to tell the reader this is a rocky, hilly, foggy, coastal, pine forest, on the edge of the ocean, without ever writing any description to say as much.

It's all very subtle clues that are mixed into character conversation, and moves the story forward, without stopping to describe paragraphs of scenery.

I tend to focus heavily on what characters are thinking and feeling. So, instead of describing the temperature of the water, I just have a character jump into the ocean, then run out screaming: "It's freezing cold! Look at me! I'm covered in goose pimples!"

I just feel like that is a more effective way of describing the fact that the ocean water is cold. This shows me the water is ice cold, without the narrator telling me how cold the water is. The dialogue is immersive and full of action and draws me in to his vivid response.

A lot of books will have scenes of characters bathing/swimming in nature and the scene will ramble on for 2 or 3 pages describing the water and the character. These scenes bore me. I think, for me, it feels less vivid, less immersive, less interactive. I'll be sitting there slogging through the description of how the clouds hid the sun and the wind blew and chilled the water. Often actual temperatures, how many degrees F or C the water is, blah, blah, blah.


I'll be thinking, yeah it's great that this book was written by a meteorologist who know how to describe how the weather caused the water temperature to drop, but I just don't care. I want to read a STORY not a TEXTBOOK. I want the characters to come to life and show me the action, I'm bored with listening to the author tell me about water temperature.

I'm very much a reader who prefers to be shown the action, rather then told it. Show don't tell is a very big pet peeve for me. The less dialogue the book has, the more telling the narrator is doing, and the less action there is being shown.

A book that is 75% description, is a book that is 75% telling. It's dull. It's boring.

A book that is 75% dialogue is a book that is 75% showing. It's lively. It's full of action.

Take a tavern scene for example. Everybody knows what a tavern looks like. Wooden building, thatch roof, dirt floor, maybe with hay or sawdust to soak up the goat pee, chicken poop, and drunkards' vomit. Wooden tables. Drunks with beer mugs. You can describe a typical tavern in one or two sentences. I just did. As I said, almost every scene that's not outside in nature is in a tavern, in this series, so I end up needing to describe taverns frequently. Often, that is the extent of the description. Just one or two lines, said by the narrator as the characters walk in the door. It quickly tells the reader what a tavern is: a medieval barroom/pub, that housed farm animals alongside drunks, and was a place travellers sought to rest between towns. (Most taverns in real life, were not in towns, but rather were at a crossroads halfway between towns, and were comparable to today's truck stops along the turnpike.)

As with anything else in the series, tavern scenes, get largely described in bits and pieces, throughout the dialogue of the characters. For example, you can tell the economy of the region by the type of drinks and food served. A character orders wine, fruit, and cheese and gets laughed at, you know it's a poor region that drinks ale and beer and eats dried jerky and bread. But if the barmaid just brings out the wine, fruit, and cheese, well, now the reader knows this is an upscale place that has expensive food in their larders.

Likewise a character will say: "It's hot and sweaty in here", telling the reader about the comfort level of the environment, without any need for the narrator to describe how hot it is in the building. So, once again, you see the descriptions being minimal, and dripped inside of dialogue.

By putting it in the dialogue, the descriptions are VERY short. In real life, people talk in banter, no one ever getting more then a few words out before the next person interrupted. I write the character dialogue this same way. Thus you never see full blown description. The character doesn't spend a paragraph describing things. He just says one quick line, usually fewer than 10 words long, before he's interrupted. This means, that me as the author, I have to drop snippets of descriptions in quick and fast, and do so without interrupting the flow of the conversation. A character says what he has to say, then ends it with "Damn this beer tastes like piss" and the next character moves in and says his piece, and probably will add a comment about the beer as well.

Thus you have the story going forward, AND a sub-dialogue about the shitty quality of the beer, which acts to describe the quality of the tavern itself as well.

Now, I could have instead, stopped the conversation, to let the narrator jump in and describe the beer and how poor quality it was, but, by having the narrator describing the beer, I will have now, stopped the story in it's tracks, forcing the reader to push the story aside to listen to the narrator yak away.

Whereas, by mixing snippets of mentions of the beer, into the dialogue, the story never stops, and the reader is not forced to sit their waiting for the info dump to end so they can get back into the flow of the story once again. THIS, is why I prefer to write almost no descriptions, and instead weave these tiny snippets into the conversations instead.

Also, these snippets help tell the reader about the character.

Remember that waterfall scene back there?

Not only does it show the reader the scenery around them, but it also alerts them to the fact that Quaraun was very self absorbed in his conversation just then, as he did not notice the waterfall. This tells the reader he's very concerned about the issue he was talking about, possibly very upset by it.

The fact that Unicorn did notice the waterfall, also alerts the reader to the fact that he was bored with what Quaraun was saying and was not paying attention to him and was instead looking around at the scenery, thus he spotted the waterfall.

Unicorn was not interested in what Quaraun was saying so saw nothing wrong with completely derailing his thought process to change the subject to bathing and waterfalls.

The reader now not only knows where they are, but also knows the emotional state of the characters nd knows that one is upset by something but the other doesn't care. And the readers knows all this, just from the dialogue without any need to have a narrator telling them these things in a descriptive info dump.

Even when writing sex scenes I do this. I know a lot of writers ache and worry and fret and stress out over writing sex scenes, because they think they have to describe body parts in detail, but I love writing sex scenes and find them very easy to write. I'm often baffled over why so many people fret so much over writing sex, but then they'll show me a sample of they attempts to write sex and then I understand the trouble. You see, in sex scenes I write, my characters do a LOT of talking. And it's not always sex talk either. It's just random everyday stuff about their day. What they thought about their lunch or whatever, intermingled with stuff like "Does that feel good?" "Do you like that?" "Oh, it feels so wonderful being inside you." Sex is happening during the conversation, but you are not seeing body parts on parade.

Most sex scenes I write last 10 pages, but one went on for 33 pages. And then people (other writers) look at that and say "OMG! I can't even write enough description to fill in a full paragraph, how did you make a sex scene last for 33 pages?" How? By NOT focusing on description, and instead letting the characters talk about what they were feeling.

When you start telling about sex/describing body parts, you run into a very limited amount of things you can say. He put this in there. Tab A was inserted into tab B, then they both jumped around until juice came out. Great. Everyone knows that's how sex works. It provides nothing for the story. And it's difficult to get the scene more than a few sentences long. However, when you start showing the action instead, letting the characters talk, they draw the reader into the sex scene, it becomes vivid and immersive, as the reader hangs on their every word.

When I do describe things, I tend to focus heavily on the senses. So, rather than just the narrator dead end describing in mid air, a character will hear, smell, feel, or see something. Again these will be quick and usually one-liners like:

  • He heard a shrill shriek that sent shivers down his spine.
  • Looking down over the edge of the bridge at the water so far below, made his toes want to curl up and hide at the backs of his shoes.
  • The rank smell of wet, moldy, sour hay filled his nostrils and made him nauseous.

>>Do you only describe relevant things to the character(s) or scene, or do you like to give as many visuals as you can, whether it's interacted with or not?

Generally, yes, I only describe what is directly connected to the character in the scene, and then only if it somehow applies to what he's doing. If he's not going to interact with it, it probably won't be described at all. As a reader, I prefer character driven stories and get very annoyed anytime the dialogue stops and the author starts describing clouds and grass and mountains for page after page of none-stop scenery info dumping. Now, some readers like that sort of lengthy descriptions, so knowing what your audience wants to read is going to help you decide to go minimal, info-dump, or something in between. But, me, I'm the type of reader who likes the fast flow of dialogue and stops reading when the slow slog of descriptions appear, thus, when I write, I write the style I like to read. It's just a personal preference thing. Basically I write what I want to read, and since I like reading quick snappy dialogue that isn't being invaded by the narrator describing things, I end up writing quick snappy dialogue that isn't being invaded by the narrator describing things.

So, in the end, I think it boils down to a preference thing. Some readers like lots of descriptions. Some readers like lots of dialogue. Some readers want a balanced mix of both. I don't think any way is right or wrong, and that each method is just a personal preference thing. Thus I say, just write as much or as little description feels right to you. Then after you're done writing it, if you feel you've written too much or not enough descriptions, well, that's what editing is for. Add, delete, arrange and move, until it feels right to you.

Normally, I'd tell a person to look at what they enjoy reading, and write that same style, because chances are if you enjoy reading a certain style, you'll also enjoy writing that style as well. You say you don't read. That could make it difficult for you to know what style you like, but not impossible. It just means you'll need to do more experimenting with writing different styles until you find one you like best. Perhaps, try this: look around for novels the same genre/theme as your story you want to write. Buy 5 or 6 books, each by a different author and read them, paying attention to differences and similarities in each. See if you notice any trends of writing style showing up in your chosen genre, then try to mimic writing those styles and see if you like writing that way or not.

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