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.
>>>When should I start rewriting?
After you have finished your first draft.
If you start editing, revising, and rewriting BEFORE you finish the first draft, how will you know what to revise, what to rewrite, what to edit? Sure, grammar and spelling, can be fixed as you go, but when it comes to characters, plot, world building, and loss ends, you won't know which ones need work until you have finished the first draft.
If you start trying to fix things before you finish writing, you may end up creating more problems than the ones you fix. So write first and fix later after you can see the entire draft as a whole.
>>>I’m about 32,000 words (~30-40%) into my story.
Uhm... so you are aiming at 60k to 85k words?
And you are talking about world building which means you are writing Fantasy because you don't world build in any other genre.
Which indicates that you think 50k is a novel and Fantasy is longer than normal novels, so you are aiming at 75k. I've been seeing A LOT of that the past 4 or 5 years. I hope you are planning to SELF-PUBLISH and NOT submit to a trade publishing house, because they look for around 200k for a Fantasy novel with world building.
You DO know that 50k words is NOT a novel... right? It's not even a novella, according to Harlequin who publishes short story collections that are 150k words long and contain 3 short stories that are 50k words each.
And yet, millions of wannbe, newbie writers who know nothing about the publishing industry, bounce around the internet saying stuff like:
>>>“How Long Is a Novelette? Any work of fiction with a word count between 7,500 and 19,000 is generally considered a novelette. A novelette is longer than a short story, which usually has a word range of between 1,000 and 7,500 words, and flash fiction, which is usually under 1,000 words.” (You can read the full article here.)
You know the funny thing about that is: Stephen King's shortest short story is 47,000 (forty seven thousand) words and his longest short story is 75,000 (seventy five thousand) words ... yet many people would call those numbers novels... and both those where published in magazines that had stated a short story was anything 25k to 75k, while short-shorts were listed as 10k to 25k and flash fiction listed at anything under 10,000 of course that was also in 1983 when most novels were 200k minimum Of course most of his novels top 300,000 words so, I suppose it's all a matter of perspective.
I am fascinated though by the fact that what we called a short story in the 1980s is considered a novel by today's standards. I think it's weird how everything in publishing - novels, novellas, short stories, is about 3/4 the word counts they were in the 1980s. I'm wondering what caused it? Do writers just write less so publishers changed the definitions to match or did publishing houses change the definitions first and writers wrote less to make new shorter publisher guidelines?
Bailey School Kids, easy reader chapter books for 5 to 8 years olds, are 30k words by the way, and the teeny little skinny Nancey Drew Books for 10 to 12 year olds are 75k words. While Harry Potter is 230k words. So kids books are still published by the old word counts of the 1980s... it's only stuff for adults that have deeply warped shorter numbers these days.
I think it's probably a reflection of adults reading less these days so publisher guidelines for word counts are being drastically cut down just to try to keep books marketable to people who don't read much anymore
Either way, it feels strange. Back in the 1980s I was constantly struggling to get my short stories long enough to reach the 30k to 75k that literary mags wanted, and now today, I can submit novels to publishers that are shorter than the short stories lit mags in the 1980s wanted. It feels weird looking back on that. I'm still writing stories stories in the 75k range, but in the 1970s and 1980s those were short stories, now today I still write that and they are published as novels. Weird.
Back to your question of editing though, after all, editing is what we are supposed to be talking about here.
Of course, you can't edit a novel if you don't even know what constitutes a novel, right? So knowing what word count = a novel, should be a good place to start.
Of course if you are planning to self publish, than who cares about word count, right? You can self-publish in the knowledge that you will be publishing things that are too short to be called a novel, along side around 20million other self published authors on Amazon who also had no clue 50k was NOT a novel either. So you certainly will not be alone in your ignorance.
I point all of this out, because you said this:
>>>I’m about 32,000 words (~30-40%) into my story.
...and implied that you are writing an Epic Fantasy novel (which was confirmed by reading your profile and other posts on Reddit) and yet, you seem to be of the delusion that 75k words is a LONG or EPIC sized novel, when in fact 75k words is considered ONLY A SHORT STORY by the ACTUAL publishing industry.
Remember, any idiot can say a thing, but that doesn't make it true, so just because 20million brain dead idiots on NaNoWriMo call 50k words a novel, doesn't mean it's true, and heaven help you when you submit a short story as a novel to a publishing house that is going to laugh in your face while they toss rejection slips at you.
I'm sorry to be a barer of bad news but, if you want to PUBLISH your Epic Fantasy novel, than 32k words is closer to only 5% of the word count you should be aiming at, not 40% of it.
You want to know how to edit your novel and you don't even know what word count publishing houses classify as a novel. I think you might have bigger things to worry about than editing, and I think your Fantasy may be a Novella not an Epic Length Novel.
Now, there is nothing wrong with writing Novella length Fantasy. There is a market for it, and in fact, that's the market personally write for. The Quaraun novels are VERY SHORT most of them only 80k to 115k words each, so classified as long novellas by most publishing houses, which is WHY I self publish the Quaraun books, because they just ain't long enough for publishing houses, who expect 150k to 300k for a Fantasy novel.
There is nothing wrong with your story being just as long or as short as it needs to be, but, from your posts, you seem to be aiming at trade publishing an Epic Fantasy and that means a publishing house like TOR and that means you should read their publishing guidelines to find out what THEY classify as an Epic Fantasy, because they want 150k to 300k PER VOLUME of a trilogy, meaning the full story you are writing should end at around 900k words. Yes, just short of a MILLION words for ONE story.
And you say this?
>>>I’m about 32,000 words (~30-40%) into my story.
Yeah. You haven't got a clue. You might want to try READING some ACTUAL Epic Fantasy novels to find out how big those things really are.
Again, writing short Fantasy is not a bad thing, I just think you are quite a bit ignorant of which word counts = which book sizes and which genres = which word counts.
EPIC in Epic Fantasy means NUMBER OF PAGES in the book, not wizards and dragons. You seem to be confusing EPIC Fantasy with HIGH Fantasy. EPIC Fantasy means a novel with 800+ pages per volume. HIGH Fantasy means it has wizards and dragons. This is why there is also EPIC High Fantasy and EPIC Low Fantasy and EPIC Dark Fantasy and EPIC Historical Romance (aka The Fabio books) and EPIC Paranormal and EPIC Horror (think Stephen King) genres as well.
Remember EPIC means the printed paperback is 800+ pages long and if you are 40% finished at 32k words than your story isn't even close to Epic length.
And perhaps this seems off topic to a page on editing, but, part of the editing process involves editing your manuscript to be what the publisher wants and if you don't even know what word counts trade publishers expect from your genre than you are in for one hell of a surprise after you spend months of editing, only to find out no one will publish it because you seriously misjudged what wordcounts publishers look for because you believed lies taught to you by NaNoWriMo.
Moving on...
>>>The issue is that as I’ve gotten further into the book, I’ve noticed how I failed to flesh out a lot of characters and do important world-building. I’m not sure if I should keep writing or start rewriting.
The fact that you have noticed it is good.
TYPE RIGHT INTO THE DRAFT ***So I noticed I failed to flesh out this character; flesh out this character during editing*** than move on and keep on writing.
And when you notice you've missed some world building, TYPE RIGHT INTO THE DRAFT ***So I noticed I need to add more world building details here*** than move on and keep on writing.
This is what I do.
That way I won't forget that I wanted to improve the character and I'll have a note typed right in the draft, to remind me to fix this character. At the same time, it doesn't stop me from writing. I just keep writing the story.
>>>I’ve done a rough outline and I know where the plot is going, so I’m not worried about losing myself in the editing, so to speak. It’s sort of difficult to keep writing when I keep running into issues related to earlier chapters. I feel like I’m creating more problems, but I’ve always heard that it’s best to finish before editing. Thoughts?
Yep. This is what I was talking about before, back when I said if you start trying to fix things before you finish writing, you may end up creating more problems than the ones you fix. So write first and fix later after you can see the entire draft as a whole.
Personally, I like to just rush through and finish writing down the whole thing, so that I get the entire idea down on paper before I forget it. For me, writing is like reading and I never know ahead of time where the story is going to go. I just give the characters free reign and follow them where they go.
So, yea, I finish it before I start editing it, but my 1st drafts are usually a total mess, full on shit, because I just write it out as fast as I can to get the whole thing out on the page. It generally takes me 3 to 7 days to write the first draft. I don't pay attention to grammar or spelling or logic. At this point nothing matters other than getting the full story out on the page. I can fix everything later.
Now, this next step, I'm not sure if YOU would classify it as rewriting while writing... I do not, but I think some people might see it that way.
Anyways... here is a thing that I do WHILE WRITING the first draft...
When I write, I get into a "ZONE" a mind set where I just zone out everything around me and I get full focused on my writing, to the point that I literally can not see or hear anything going on around me. People have had to physically shake me to break me out of it so that I could see them in the room or hear them talking to me... I have Kannar's Syndrome aka ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers which is in no way, shape or form related to Autism. NO illness on the "Autism Spectrum" has ANY relation to Autism. The Autism Spectrum simply means "an illness that is sometimes misdiagnosed as Autism because of similar symptoms". Zoning out and becoming fully focused on what you are doing, to the point you can not see or hear anything around you is a symptom of Autism.
Well, when I write non-fiction, this zoning out doesn't happen.
Zoning out like this ONLY happens when I write fiction.
And here's the "weirder" part of it... I CAN NOT write fiction UNTIL after I have already zoned out.
This means, that before I start writing a novel, I have to meditate for several hours to trigger this state of mind to begin with. This is WHY I never know what I am going to write ahead of time.
But than, even with my 91 words per minute typing speed, at best it takes 3 or 4 or 5 or more sittings to finish the first draft.
Well, this means I need to get back into the zone before each writing session, BUT, it'll be a different novel that I write each time, and NOT a continuation of the one I started the day before.
So... to avoid starting a new 1st draft each day and instead finish the one I started yesterday, I start out day 2, day 3, etc. of writing the first draft, by reading everything I wrote so far.
Yes. I start at the beginning of the draft and read the entire manuscript, fixing grammar and spelling as I go, adding things as I think of things to add, and by the time I get to the point where I left off, I'm back in the zone and start writing again, like I had not stopped at all.
I suppose you could say it helps reimmerse me in the story?
So, that may seem like rewriting to some, but, I don't see it as rewriting. I see it as part of my personal method of how I write my first draft to completion.
In the end, this means the 1st draft will have a lot of plot holes and things not fully fleshed out or well explained, and some lose ends will not be tied up at the end either. But, I've got the whole idea down and now I can go back and flesh it out.
Usually my 1st draft ends around 50k to 80k words (I average 17k words a day; but I'm also doing this as my full time "9 to 5" job and write 8 hour work days, and have been doing this for 42 years now - I don't recommend striving towards those kinds of word counts when just starting out, build up to is slowly over time, just like you would for lifting weights in the gym).
In the 2nd draft, I read the whole thing, and as I get to points that make me think: "Wait, shouldn't this happen?" I add new scenes in those points. In places where I think characters are lacking, I add more info. In places where the world seems empty I add more life to it.
While it took me under a week to write the 1st draft, each rewrite may take 3 months or more of 8 hours a day of doing nothing but editing and revising and rewriting. I usually end up adding 17k to 25k words to the story during each rewrite I do, but I also end up removing a lot of scenes, and saving them in a new file for maybe using later in another novel.
I repeat the whole thing again in the 3rd draft.
I often do 7+ drafts of each novel, editing out errors, fixing mistakes, added scenes, removing scenes, reordering scenes, fleshing out characters, changing up dialogue, building the world, and fixing plot holes as I go. I don't set out to do a planned amount of drafts, I just do a full rewrite and if when I'm done, if it feels like it needs more work I rewrite it again. And I just keep doing that until the story feels completed and polished as best as I can make it.
Usually my final published novel will be around 115k to 120k words, even though my 1st drafts usually ends around 50k to 80k words.
Also, I usually put the 2nd draft away for a full year, before going back to start work on the 3rd draft. But again, I'm doing this as a full time job so I usually have 12+ novels I'm working on at any given time, so I have other drafts to work on while that one sits for a year.
This method may not work for everyone. I'm a full on pantser, so it probably won't work for people who plan ahead and outline. But for me, this is what works so this is how I do it, but yes, I finish writing the full first draft before I start editing, revising, and rewriting.
>>>At what stage do you pull in beta readers?
>>>I've been working on a project for a while now and have spent some time charting the plot and getting a feel for the characters. Now I've actually started writing and working through the story, but I can't help but wonder at what point I need to start thinking about beta readers. Are beta readers only sought out after you've completed the first draft? The second? Is it ever beneficial to have a beta reader work through your draft as you draft? Do you even need a beta reader or is it possible to self-edit well enough to by pass one?
I see different people do it different ways.
I feel, if you want beta readers before the first draft is done, go ahead, just make sure they are aware they are reading a WiP.
Do know that what Reddit users CALL a beta reader, is NOT what the actual publishing industry calls a beta reader.
Most Reddit users usually mean friends, family, and random strangers they meet in writing subreddits, when they say "beta reader". They'll read anything for free, and don't mind inkject printed stacks of loose paper or drafts in the body or an email or pdfs in an email attachment. They are not trained professionals so they WILL miss seeing most spelling errors, they WILL NOT see most grammar errors, they often have no clue what the industry standards are for word counts and genres, they rarely have any training or knowledge of character development or plot structs, so they'll they'll tell you how they fell but shrug and say they don't know what made them feel it.
Just know that ACTUAL professional beta readers, people who do this for a living an charge $40 to $60 an hour to read your books, EXPECT a proof copy of a paperback book that a mock up that looks identical to what the finished paperback will look like. They have English degrees, they know grammar rules like they were tattooed on the back of their hand. They know how to dissect and diagram a sentence - and if you don't know what sentence diagraming is - few people on Reddit do - you might want to consider if you know grammar well enough to write.
>>>I ask because recently I've been running into small issues as a write, usually concerning small details or decisions I need to make about characters which could affect how the story plays out long term. Sometimes when I have these dilemmas I write make a quick decision and move on, but other times I feel at a complete loss and have the urge to consult someone and discuss what would be best from the story. I definitely don't feel like I am at a point where I'd feel comfortable showing this work to someone else, but I'm interested in knowing how to determine the right time for this.
Take your draft, start at the first sentence, diagram it.
Move on to the next sentence: diagram it.
Continue this way, until you reach the first sentence that is written incorrectly. You will know it is incorrect, because you won't be able to diagram it.
Pull out your English Grammar and Composition book. Look up the grammar rules about the error in your sentence. Read the entire chapter. Do all the writing exercises it says to do. Now review your sentence. Fix it. NOW diagram it.
Continue to the next sentence in your draft: diagram it.
Move on to the
next sentence: diagram it.
Continue this way, until you reach the first sentence that is written incorrectly. You will know it is incorrect, because you won't be able to diagram it.
Pull out your English Grammar and Composition book. Look up the grammar rules about the error in your sentence. Read the entire chapter. Do all the writing exercises it says to do. Now review your sentence. Fix it. NOW diagram it.
Continue to the next sentence in your draft: diagram it.
Move on to the next sentence: diagram it.
Continue this way, until you reach the first sentence that is written incorrectly. You will know it is incorrect, because you won't be able to diagram it.
Pull out your English Grammar and Composition book. Look up the grammar rules about the error in your sentence. Read the entire chapter. Do all the writing exercises it says to do. Now review your sentence. Fix it. NOW diagram it.
Continue to the next sentence in your draft: diagram it.
When you reach the end of your draft... NOW read it start to finish. With all the bad grammar now removed, the plot will flow smoothly, and you'll able to see what the issues WERE (they won't be there any more) with your story and you will find writer's block melt away and your troubles writing disappear.
Bad grammar is VERY difficult to read, even for the author writing it. Authors who haven't mastered proper grammar rules, struggle deeply through writer's block and plot holes, and when you write in bad grammar, you unknowingly CAUSE your inability to think clearly about your plot.
When you go back to read what you wrote, to think of what to write next, and you can't clearly understand what you read, because your wrote it in bad grammar. But fix your own bad grammar and BOOM, it's clear to read, clear to understand, and suddenly BOOM, you know what to write next because your brain is no longer tripping on your bad grammar.
Learn how to diagram sentence, practice by diagraming 100 sentences a day (yes, I do this). It really WILL be the best thing you do to improve your writing.
Most people who can't put their finger on an issue in their story, have that problem because public schools stopped teaching sentence diagraming in 1997, something that used to be a required class. Once you learn how to diagram a sentence, words, plots, and stories start flowing very smoothly. Just as houses without foundations crumble, so too do novel plots written in improperly structured sentences. Before you pay someone to be a beta reader, ask them to diagram each of the first 100 sentences of your novel. Than heck to make sure they did it correctly. If they can't, than find another beta reader, because they don't even have knowledge of basic 4th grade grammar, if they can't diagram a sentence.
If you are having trouble with your plot and you can't put your finger on it: diagram the sentences.
>>>At what stage do you pull in beta readers?
Me? AFTER, I've done all of my drafts and edits and rewrites (there are usually 7 drafts, over a period of 3 years, for each novel) and after I do the proof copy mock up typesetting. So it has the final cover art, back blur, copyright pages, ISBN, 13 blank pages at the beginning and end, and everything all ready in it and looks EXACTLY as it'll look when it gets delivered to local bookstores. My beta readers are getting an ACTUAL paperback proof copy of the book, not a bunch of loose pages printed off an inkjet or worse the whole thing as a pdf in an email.
I have paperback proof copies printed up, one for me, one for my editor, one for each beta reader, usually around 30 proof copies are printed. I tell the beta readers take a red sharpie pen and write EVERYTHING you think of in the margins, cross out things you don't like, correct anything you think needs correcting. Massacre it. Make it bleed read. Write whatever comes to mind right in the book, as they read it, don't want to write something later, you might forget it. Get your first reactions down as you think of them, so I can see EXACTLY where you had that reaction.
It's the very LAST step before publication. And they have 1 week to give it back to me. When I get the proof copies back, I go over each book line by line, consider their notes/advice/edits/feedback, while I have the final typeset manuscript open on the computer, and I make changes to the draft as I see fit, based off what I read in the proofs as I read the notes readers wrote in the proofs.
Within 2 or 3 days of getting their feedback back, the final typeset is delivered to the printer and the final copies of the books go to press. The book will be published and on local shop shelves within 2 weeks after the beta readers have seen it.
No one, and I mean, NO ONE, sees ANY of the drafts until less than 30 days before it is ready to go to the printer.
I use a lot of "free online resources" when I am editing, and I've listed a lot of them further down this page, including to detail how I use each one. But before I get to that, here is a list of "infographics" which I also use when editing, just because damn, do these have good editing advice on them, and it's easy to open them on the screen beside my draft and look through my draft for the things on these lists.
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Is making multiple drafts before a final version really necessary? from r/writing
Is making multiple drafts before a final version really necessary?
>>So, I have come across many people saying things like "the first draft is total shit" or something along those lines. They say they rewrite their story multiple times until it is 'perfect'. To me, this just seems like a case of bad planning.
>>I have made a more-or-less complete outline from start to finish and am now busy writing it all out. Sometimes I expand upon a scene or add a new interaction between characters, but nothing big. It is far from being 'total shit', it just needs some careful editing here and there. So far, it seems completely unnecessary to me to create a second draft when I can just edit the bad parts out of my first one and make that into the final version.
>>Do you guys often rewrite parts or even the whole of your story? Is your first draft really that bad compared to the final product? Personally, I prefer spending a lot of time on creating a good outline instead of meticulously rewriting the same chapters over and over.
I can not speak for others as each author has their own methods, but I can tell you what I do and the hows and whys behind it.
Depending on how you look at it, you could say that each of my novels goes their 12 to 17 drafts a piece OR that it was never anything other than a first draft. Yey, how is this possible? Well, here's what I do...
An idea pops into my head, and I could be anywhere, doing anything. I have a very busy life and am often on the road or otherwise away from the computer. So, I keep a notepad (pen & paper) with me at all times, and whenever an idea pops in my head, I write it down. It may be just a one sentence idea, but in most cases it's an entire 2 or 3 page scene of dialogue between 2 characters. It could be an idea for a project I am working on already (I currently have 81 novels in various levels of completion) or an idea for a completely new novel.
When I get back to my computer, I'll create a new text file on EditPad7 and type up exactly what I had written down earlier. Depending on how much time I have at that moment, I may either just type up the exact words and save, or I may, right then and there simply keep on writing and see where the scene leads to. Often, what started as a quick 400 to 700 word jotted scene on paper, will expand to 10,000+ words within 2 or 3 hours of typing it up.
If this was a new project, this quick mind-flow hash out will serve as a shaky first draft or quasi-outline for the finished product. If it was for a project already started, I will move it to the folder, where the original project's draft is stored. Each novel has it's own folder, and the files with-in it include not only the draft itself, but also any research notes, character profiles, world building notes, rules of magic, rules of the land, random stuff written about the characters and setting that will never be included in the novel but I need to remember for how those things affect the story, links/bookmarks to sites with more research, and of course, any of these previously mentioned random brain-fart ideas that may or may not become a fleshed out part of the story.
Each of my novels, usually takes a 4 or 5 year process of starting with a random idea and then letting it slowly snowball into something bigger. And while I personally consider it to be one long process of creation, and therefor simply one draft, that eventually reaches completion, I feel that most other authors might look at what I do and translate it as many drafts being reworked and editing, a dozen or more times.
The finished product is considered (by most of my readers) to be what many have termed "avant garde" or "artsy-fartsy" and technically is classifies as Literary Fiction, because it does not stick with the norms in terms of grammar, style, and prose. In other words, a grammar nazi would have a heart attack looking at just one page and the finished novel itself would have them jumping off a cliff. I have an English degree, focused in teaching high school grammar and literature, and I can, if I wanted to, sit down and write perfect grammar and recite grammar rules for hours on end... but you wouldn't know it to look at my novels.
This deliberate lack of perfect grammar is a style choice, and one that often results in many of my books receiving bad reviews with the reader saying "this was unedited!" No. None of my books has ever gone through fewer then 12 edits and most go through 17 or more edits.
If you are finding bad spelling and poor grammar in my books, believe me, I'm well aware it's there and it's there intentionally, on purpose. The reason being that all of my books are part of a long running series about the same set of characters. The primary POV character is an unreliable narrator. An opium and LSD addict, he often does not know up from down, reality from hallucination. He contradicts himself constantly, inconsistencies are overboard, stuff he sees happening around him may in fact be only a hallucination, but he can't tell and neither can the reader, and a talking cat is following him around writing down everything he does and says. His best friend/lover is illiterate, unable to read or write, and barely has a clear grasp on the English language, English not being his native tongue; he says things wrong, often not realizing it, saying one thing when he thought he was saying something else. The cat who is writing this down does not make a distinction and does not correct him, and thus the story is written by someone who is not an person and has a lingo of her own, while she is trying to write about a mentally unstable main character and his illiterate lover.
The grammar is not only deliberately bad, it is at times horrific, to the point of leaving the reader asking: "What does this even mean?" And again, this is intentional. The finished product is intended to read as though it were written by someone on LSD. The cat is a 4th wall breaking narrator, telling the story of a drug addict from the drug addict's point of view. It is a genre known as "Psychedelic Fantasy" and while popular in the 1970s when the series started, Psychedelic Fantasy is a genre rarely seen today.
So back to the topic of the process of writing and editing...
>>So, I have come across many people saying things like "the first draft is total shit" or something along those lines. They say they rewrite their story multiple times until it is 'perfect'. To me, this just seems like a case of bad planning.
I am one who does not believe the first draft is shit theory. I believe each first draft is different, even from a single author. Some drafts will be gold bricks vomited on the page and others will be just plain vomit. It depends on many factors, including the current level of stress and health the author is in at the time of writing. The more calm and relaxed and healthy a person is, the better the chances of a clean first draft that needs only minimal spelling/grammar/typo edits, even without an outline. That same author, when dealing with stress and sickness will struggle to get their draft polished even after multiple edits and with a good outline. No author always writes pure gold and no author always writes crap. Heck, you want to see how crappy a first draft can be, try writing a story when you have the flu! LOL! :P
With this in mind, it is my belief that how many drafts a novel goes through is a reflection of many things, including, but not limited to the author's skill level, their stress levels, and their current state of health. Even just being hungry because of skipping a meal while writing, can cause a change in levels of crappiness. Some people are affected by the weather and write better on sunny days or rainy days, then vice versa.
It's been my personal experience, that the more stressed I am, the more free-flow and neurotic my writing becomes. So for me, I don't think every first draft is shitty, and I do think, that under the right conditions, most authors can put out first drafts that are near publishable with only a minor edit. A also think MOST authors seem to write when they are stressed, such as being inspired to write after a break up with a boyfriend or the death of a grandparent or being told they have cancer or struggling with depression or whatever else... high stress is often cited, by many authors, as the trigger that inspires them to write, thus it is perfectly logical and reasonable to expect the resulting draft will be rushed and shitty and need a lot of work. Many authors (myself included) write through struggles as a way to deal with stress. Whereas if that same author writes from a well planned out draft and does it on there summer vacation, in a peaceful relaxed environment, there is no reason to think they couldn't write publishable first draft that doesn't need edits.
I do however feel that every novel, no matter how good the first draft is, can be improved by simply putting it away for a few months or even a year, and then rewriting it as you read it. Because after a year, you've had time to forget what you wrote and can now read it a bit more objectively with a bit less "this is perfect" bias that you had upon writing it. I do this and am constantly taken back by the reaction of: "What the hell did I write? How did I think this was good?" Every year, my work from the previous year, seems less good then I had thought it was when I finished it.
>>I have made a more-or-less complete outline from start to finish and am now busy writing it all out. Sometimes I expand upon a scene or add a new interaction between characters, but nothing big. It is far from being 'total shit', it just needs some careful editing here and there. So far, it seems completely unnecessary to me to create a second draft when I can just edit the bad parts out of my first one and make that into the final version.
I used to outline. Decades ago. I have many massive notebooks and binders full of hand written outlines, many over 100 pages long.
I don't do outlines anymore.
I found that I would waste months on end outlining and planning and outlining and plotting and outlining and worldbuilding and outlining some more... and it was great fun to do, I loved doing it, BUT... I'd get done outlining and be: "Okay, that's done, now what can I write?"
I can make some really amazing outlines, but that in itself became the problem. I made my outlines too good, and the act of turning the outline into a novel became a chore. It took me several years to figure out what the problem was too. I'd be all excited to write this novel, I'd plot and plan and write out these massive, highly detailed outlines and then I'd be bored out of my mind when it came time to write the thing.
It turns out, I'm something called "a discovery writer". I like the thrill of discovering the story, thus why I was so excited to to the research and planning and outlining. BUT, once I know the end of the story, once I know what happened and why, suddenly the thrill of the discovery is gone and I lose interest. Thus making an outline became the very reason I struggled to finish so many novels in that time period of my life.
I stopped writing outlines and BOOM, I suddenly had no trouble writing novels again. It's weird, too, because I had it in my head that I HAD to write outlines. I thought you couldn't write a novel without an outline, so I never even tried to work without an outline before that point.
Now, instead of outlining, I just free flow it. I'm a person of extremes too. I went overboard extreme with my outlines, filling them with hundreds of pages of details, that I really had no reason to include, but I detailed out all the little pointless details anyways, just because it was fun to do. There is so much joy for me in the creation process. Well, now that I've stopped outlining (I wrote my last outline in 2006 so it's now been 12 years since I last used an outline), my drafts have improved substantially. All those details I used to put in the outlines, I now put in the drafts instead.
Usually I have no idea what the plot of the story is or where the story will go or how the story will end. You remember those random scenes I mentioned earlier? Those quick handwritten pages that I later type up and start expanding? The process goes like this:
I take this random scene idea and I start asking questions about it:
I'll write and write and write and write, maybe 1,000 or 2,000 or more words, full free flow with no clue what direction it'll take. When I get to the end of the scene, I'll go back and read it, while tossing questions like the ones above at it. Next thing I know, I'll be writing the next scene. The question will have inspired me to toss another person or item or event into the end of that first scene, and I'll write it out to see where it goes. I'll write and write and write until I reach the result of that change. Then I'll start throwing around some more "What ifs?" Wat if it started snowing? So I'l write it snowing and see how the characters react. Wait, what if it had rained instead? I'll go back to where it started snowing, write a new version of that scene now with rain and see where it goes. Then I'll look at both scenes and determine which one better fit the way the story was going. I'll use one and save the other as an indea file to maybe be used in something else later.
I think of it as though I was reading a book. When I read a book, I'm on the edge of my seat wanting to know what happens next, so I keep turning the page and reading more to find out.
I write like that. I don't know what's going to happen next. It's the thrill of discovery, to write a scene and not know where it'll lead. I'm on the edge of my seat while I'm writing wondering: What's gonna happen next?
This is the same experience I felt while writing my outlines, but then after I finished the outline, it was like I had finished reading the book, so had no more desire to go back into it, thus I wouldn't write it.
But now without an outline, I get the novel written in a few days because I'm so excited to discover what is going to happen.
>>Do you guys often rewrite parts or even the whole of your story? Is your first draft really that bad compared to the final product? Personally, I prefer spending a lot of time on creating a good outline instead of meticulously rewriting the same chapters over and over.
You'll often hear me talk about revising and rewriting, but I think, what I call rewriting, may not be what most others would consider rewriting? Not sure. It seems to me, when I see people saying they are rewriting, that they are actively writing their story over again, and for me, that's not what I do.
When I revise a novel, it' not so much me writing it over, as it is me continuing to snowball ideas at the story.
After I finish writing a novel, I like to put it away for 6 months minimum, before going back to edit it. These first drafts are usually very short only 70k to 80k words, barely the size of the finished novel it'll become when published, with most novels of the series being 140k to 200k words and some reaching over 300k. I'll immediately move on to my next novel. As it takes me about 2 to 3 weeks to write a "first draft", I'll have written 5 to 8 more novels by the time I go back 6 months later to edit that first one. I've now had time to forget a lot of what I wrote in this particular novel.
Now it comes time to "re-write" the novel. My process is this:
I read the novel, and as I read it, I'm now thinking of the additional 6 or 7 new novels I've written for the series since writing this one I'm now editing. I'll realize "Wait... did I have him doing this in that one? But I have him doing that over here in this one instead. That's not right. He can't do both. Can he? I gotta change one of these."
I'm now off to read the novels already published, read the drafts written before the one I'm editing, read the drafts written after the one I'm editing, and am now writing new scenes for this draft, in order to match up the chronology and consistency of the series as a whole. I'm now looking for plot holes and lose ends to tie up. I'm looking for places where what he did in the already published volume 22 does not match up with the now being edited volume 122. I'm writing new scenes to fix these inconsistencies and making old story lines match up with new story lines.
Keep in mind that the series in question, was started in 1978, has 130+ novels already published, and has a grand total of 275 novels in the series already started, with me currently working on 81 volumes in various stages of completion. And the way I write this series, it'll likely pass 400+ novels published over the next couple of decades, seeing how I have no plans to ever stop writing it, am writing new novels (80k to 300k words each) at a rate of 10 to 12 a year (though I publish 3 to 4 a year), and will probably keep right on writing into my 90s.
As I am doing this consistency checking process, I'm also STILL asking those "What if?" questions and so, new scenes start being written into the story, often resulting in very dramatic changes in the story line. I consider the 70k first draft to be nothing but a bare bones skeleton, completely lacking in meat, and this process of writing new scenes to answer the "What ifs?" to be the process of fleshing out the story and putting meat on the bones. So in an essence the first draft was actually an outline written in story form, and it is now evolving into the true story that will go on to be published.
The editing process after this point, consists largely of spell checking, grammar correcting, and combing for typos. I'm currently using 3 different editing programs for this, but I used to have 7 different programs I was using. (I got a new computer and have not yet bought new versions of the remaining 4 programs.)
In the end my process is this:
The end result is a grand total of 12 drafts being made of each novel from start to finish.
Anyways, there is it, my editing process.
I edit after.
I'm one of those people who loves editing. I find it very relaxing and peaceful, almost meditative you could say.
On the other hand I find writing to be very energizing. Thus I write myself into an energitize frenzy, then edit back into a state of calm again.
Weird, I know, but that how I do it.
>>>First draft Vs Rewriting Do most people write a lengthy first draft and go from there or do they write a minimized first draft (30k+) and then rewrite the whole manuscript? Quite confused about it and deciding whether to switch methods (originally rewrite).
Me, I just write the story down as fast as I can, in a basic text doc so that none of the spellchecker red underlines show up to distract me. The goal is to get the full story idea out on paper. These usually end around 50k to 70k long. I save that file as "Story Title First Draft - today's date" and don't edit directly in it. Instead, now I open LibreOffice and copy the entire first draft and paste it into a doc file. I save this on as "Story Title 2 Draft - today's date but next year" Than I set it aside for a year and go work on something else. A year later, I open the doc file (not the txt file) and now I have the auto-spellcheck do it's thing. Than I read it and edit/rewrite as I read. This 2nd draft edit/rewrite usually takes a couple of days to a couple of weeks. When finished, I open a 3rd file (doc) and paste a copy of the 2nd draft into it, name it "Story Title 3 Draft" and put it aside for 2 or 3 months, than edit/rewrite the 3rd one and make a 4th one for editing a few months later, name it "Story Title 4 Draft" and so on, for however many times it takes the novel to feel "done".
Usually I end up with around 7 drafts before the story feels finished and polished. And most of my novels, though they start out 50k to 70k in the 1st draft, most of them are 120k to 230k by the time they reach publication (I'm writing door stopper brick sized Epic Length Fantasy so they are longer than most other genres. You'd expect fewer words in say Romance or Cozy Mysteries).
I never throw anything out or "fully delete" scenes/chapters either. If while editing I reach a point of thinking: "This scene/chapter has to go". Rather than delete it from the draft, I create yet another doc file, copy the whole thing paste it into the new file, save as "Story Title 2A Draft" save the "Story Title 2 Draft" file at the point where I stopped editing. Now pick up editing where I left of, now in "Story Title 2A Draft" and now I deleted the scene/chapter and keep on going. That way I have removed the scene/chapter from the story, but it's not gone forever, in case I decide in a later draft to put it back in, or in case I decide to use it in a different novel entirely.
I end up with a separate file for each draft, which I do because I teach writing lectures and workshops at conventions, while cosplaying characters from my novels, and I show attendees what each version of the draft looks like so they can see how much the manuscript changes during each step of the editing process.
Even though I publish several novels a year, which makes it seem like I write/edit the whole novel in only 3 months time, each novel actually has 3 to 4 years of writing/editing/rewriting to them, it's just that I have so many WiPs going that appears less time goes into each one than what actually does, because I can set the draft aside for a year, edit last year's draft, set it aside, edit draft from 2 years ago, set it aside, and so on. Very assembly line process and probably a method that will not be well suited to most writers. I usually have anywhere from 12 to 30 novels in various stages of editing at any given month, which is how I'm able to publish 3 to 6 novels a year. So even though it looks like I rush each novel with only 3 months of work to it, from start to finish it takes on average 3 years for me to take a novel from 1st draft to publication.
Before using this method I had tried several others: outlining, 13 steps, snowflake, etc, and each was okay, but none of them ever felt "right" for me personally, and I struggled quite a lot early on. It was several years of trying different methods before I found one that actually worked for me and it was kind of just years of trail and error before I settled into the routine I use now.
I would suggest, looking at all the methods everyone uses, try out each one, do a different method for each of your novels, and see which one works best for you. Not every method is going to work for every writer and it may take you 3 or 4 novels before you settle into a method that feels right for you.
>>>I finally finished the first draft to a horror short story. I'm thinking about what's a good time away from the project before coming back to it. How long do you guys wait? (if you do at all)
I think the time between drafts, should be whatever you're personally comfortable with, and it's going to be vastly different from one writer to the next.
Because I publish 2 to 3 stories a week, and 4 to 6 novels a year, there is often the misconception that the story was written, edited, and published in only 4 days (novel in 3 months), but this is extremely inaccurate. I've had people who never read my work contact me to say they would never read my stories, because "anything written and published 4 days later must be crap". They are completely clueless as to my writing/editing process, and the fact that 2 years of work go into each story. Just because a new story is published about every 4 days, does not mean it was written 4 days ago. In actuality, if I publish a story today May 21, 2021, it was likely written May 21, 2019, edited May 21, 2020.
Because I have so many ideas, I'm constantly writing. As soon as I finish a story I immediately jump into the next one.
Well, when it comes to how long do I wait between drafts: a full year.
Yep.
A year.
Maybe a bit long for others, but for me it works.
By the end of a year, I've written so many other stories that I've completely forgotten what I wrote a year ago and so now I'm able to open up the first draft and read it with the same "eyes" as one of my readers, and I'm able to get rid of a good 99% of the spelling/grammar/flow errors with only one round of edits, and publish straight from the 2nd draft.
But than, I'll set it aside for a second year.
Yep.
There are 2+ years between writing the first draft and the publication, even my super-short-shorts of only 10k words.
So, a story published May 21, 2021, was actually written in 2019, edited in 2020, and formatted & published in 2021 with a final proofread to catch any errors that still remain.
But, this year wait between edits method, I think would only work for others who like me are just bombarded with way to many ideas ad are constantly working on new projects every few days/weeks. If you've only got one or two pet projects that you are working on, you might not be able to distance yourself enough to wait 2 years or have enough other projects to fill up the time between drafts.
I think, in the case of short stories, waiting a year would probably only work for career writers, who HAVE to publish weekly if they want to pay the bills, and probably wouldn't work for someone without a pre-established relationship with publishers. S if you are just getting started and still looking for publishers and/or don't have lots of story ideas to work with in between, maybe it'd be better to wait only a few weeks?
But I also think there is no hard/fast rule about it. No right or wrong way/time. Some people write with fewer errors the first draft and can publish a week later. Others, like me, have a lot of spelling issues and can't immediately see them so need to have a very long waiting period. It's all about testing and seeing what works best for you personally. After you've edited a few stories, you'll start to get a feel for what works best for you.
>>>How long does a book typically take to go from final manuscript to publication? I usually see Goodreads reviews appear about 3-4 months before publication. But the final manuscript could have existed before then. So if a book is published on May 28, 2021, approximately when was it probably finished being written, on average?
It's going to be vastly different for every book an author writes, depending on huge variables and factors, like life/health/family/job.
Plus if it's self published, most authors are able to have the book in reader hands days after the last draft is finished, whereas if it's trade published, the average id 2 YEARS OR MORE from the time the author finished the last draft and gave it to the publishing house before the publishing house gets around to actually publishing it.
For me, personally:
The longest one took several years, about 6, maybe 7 years, I forget now, to go from first draft to being published.
The shortest took 7 days, to go from first draft to being published.
Both were around the same word count (about 115k).
The difference in time was because, for one, I was writing it between surgeries and doctor visits and relearning to walk and court cases and police investigations and FBI investigations because this book was being written just before my family was murdered and, so there was lots of life issues going that pushed finishing the book aside.
The shortest time, was only 6 months earlier, 6 months before my family was murdered and life went to shit, and the entire first draft written in a single sitting in one day. It was 47k words and written for the 50k in one day challenge. The next day I rewrote the whole thing, fleshing it out and adding an additionally 25k words. The 3rd rewrite the following 2 days added 17k words each day to it. It was edited the 5th day and edited a 2nd time the 6th day, adding more words each day during the edits. Ending at 114k words total (about 350 pages in the paperback edition). I formatted it the 7th day, made the cover in a about an hour, uploaded it to Kindle and CreateSpace and SmashWords and went on to be one of only 5 people who won the "7 Day Novel" contest challenge that year.
About a month later, I read the print version and I found huge amounts of errors (spelling, grammar, punctuation) and used that print copy to edit right on the pages, then went back to the doc file, made those edits, reuploaded the new file, notified my readers of the updated version so they could get the free revised version Amazon offered back than.
>>>How long does it take you to write a first draft? Personally for me, it takes 3-4 months of writing everyday- or most days. Everyone has different spans of time to get their creative work done. We each lead different lives. So, how long does it take you?
The first draft takes about 3 days, ends between 40k to 70k and is the "full" story told beginning to end, as though someone was describing the story to someone else.
I took secretarial typing in college, which requires typing 175 words per minute to graduate, but I'm a bit slower than that now outside of college, typing at only 91 words per minute average, but faster around 120 wpm when doing the first draft, so my typing speed when writing novels is around 5k words per hour and writing is my full time job, so it's straight up my typing all day and all night for 3 days, only stopping for naps, meals, and bathroom breaks; I usually average around 25k a day, and end with a 60k vomit draft after 3 days.
It's generally full of huge errors, lots of typos, grammar and spelling are a mess, and at this point, it's usually without dialogue, without scene descriptions, etc.. It's JUST the story itself, bare bones, nothing fleshed out.
In essence my first drafts are kind of an outline written in a story format, instead of an outline format. Basically it goes like this: I get an idea in my head, so I just write the full story idea down with as much detail as I can spur of the moment hash out, while I speed write it. My goal during the first/vomit draft stage is to just get the idea out on paper with as much detail as possible, before something distracts me and I forget the idea. So, the 1st draft is FAR from publishable and is a total mess, due to how fast I write it up.
I typically put it away for 2 to 3 years before I look at it again. The first edit, is usually just to go through a fix spelling and typos, than to do a full rewrite, fleshing out as I go, adding the dialogue and scene descriptions. This takes 2 to 3 months.
It gets put away again for another year or more, before it receives the major edit and rewrite where I work it into something publishable, and that can take 6 months or more to do as I slowly go through it line by line, diagraming each sentence, and reworking everything.
In the end, it usually takes 4 years+ to go from idea to published. I write an Epic Length Fantasy series, so the finished novel will be at minimum 115k words, unto 230k words, but most are in the range of 150k to 180k (and average 450 to 520 pages when published to paperback).
People often miss-assume that it takes under 2 months for me to go from idea to publishing because I publish 4 novels a year, most years, but, that output is just because I'm usually working on 10 or more novel drafts at any given time, so they are always in rotation and I end up with something ready to publish every few months, making it look like almost no time goes into the novel, when in fact, that novel will have been something I've been working on for several years.
>Once it's done you'll be rewriting the whole thing again.
This.
Each of my novels goes through 4 to 7 or more full re-writes before I ever feel they are good enough to hand over to an editor.
> I know it's necessary but does that not drain the vitality and magic out of the craft to some extent?
I actually have more fun rewriting than I do writing the first draft. For me, the first draft is more of a slog, so I write it vomit draft style as fast as possible to get it over with and move on to the fun part - editing and re-writing.
I think because, during the first draft, I'm still formulating where the story will go. But during the rewrite, I now know the full beginning, middle, and end, so now I know what I want each scene to be, and can spend time rewriting each one.
> (I mean everyone rewrites to some extent but it’s not like all authors write from scratch their whole book 5 times like some people here seem to believe),
Every writer may not, but I certainly do.
>When you feel like your writing is better in the latter half of your book, what do you do?
Re-write the full thing.
I never edit over each draft though. Each draft has its own file, that way I have copies of each edit/rewrite it goes through, just in case I remove scenes/chapters and later want to have them back. Plus I can compare how much it changed from 1st draft to publication.
I name the first draft "Title of Novel 1st draft". I put it away, for a year minimum, so I have time to forget what I wrote.
After writing the first draft, I create a new file, and name it "Title of Novel 1st edit". I paste the first draft into this file to do the first rough edit. At this point, I run it through several different spelling and grammar checkers, so that when I rewrite it I won't have to worry about those things slowing me down.
Then I created the 3rd file and name it "Title of Novel 1st re-write". I paste the 1st edit version into it and, then, I open the file in EditPad or NoteBook and open LOTS of tabs (a 100 or more) creating a new tab for each page of the draft.
Now comes the first major rewrite. I take one page of the draft (200 to 500 words depending on the font, margins, etc), paste it into NotePad, and I make it my goal to rewrite this scene into at least a 1,000-word scene, without looking at the page before or after it for context. Completely rewrite the page. Then I paste the end result back into the 3rd draft. I repeat this for each page.
Most of my first drafts are 40k to 70k words long. But this full rewrite, turning each 350-word page into a 1,000-word scene, results in the 3rd draft now being around 150k words by the time it's done.
This gets put away for another year, the same way the first draft did.
A year later, I create another file "Title of Novel 2nd edit". Paste the 3rd draft into it. Like I did with the first draft, I run it through several different spelling and grammar checkers so that when I rewrite it I won't have to worry about those things slowing me down.
Then I created the 5th file and name it "Title of Novel 2nd re-write". Paste the 4th draft into it. I create a 6th file "Title of Novel 2nd re-write - copy". Here is where I now open the draft in 2 files side by side one on each monitor/computer screen, and now I do a full rewrite. Writing the entire novel beginning to end all over again. Basically looking at one and retyping it, now making changes for flow, etc. I end up editing both files at once, moving and combining stuff, between them.
This gets put away for another year. Yes... at a minimum by this point, 3 years have gone by since the first vomit draft was written.
The 7th file is USUALLY the last one, but sometimes there are more. The 7th one I name "Title of Novel - final edit". Paste the 6th one into it. This file gets run through 7 different spell checkers and grammar checkers then gets run through each of the 20+ ProWritingAid reports. Then I read the entire thing out loud on live stream (Twitch usually, YouTube sometimes) and reading it out loud, I find a TON of stuff that got overlooked. This is a major edit and massive rewrite, that takes 5 to 8 months of daily 5 hour live streams as I edit the final draft live with my readers helping. I usually get 3 to 4 pages edited per 5 hours of live stream, as we do a line-by-line dissection of the entire novels. This will be the biggest most intense re-write of all. (I've been doing these live stream edits with my viewers since 2004. 2021 is my 17th year of editing my novels on live stream.)
In the end, it takes each of my novels 4 years to go from 1st draft to publication, with a grueling edit and rewrite process that slaughters the draft ripping every inch of it apart scene by scene, line by line. And because of this, the feeling that it was weaker at the beginning, is totally obliterated.
By saving every version of the draft in a separate file, I'm able to go back and compare the first draft to the finished paperback, and the differences are often astounding, with how vastly different they are. Huge changes get made during each rewrite, to the point that some finished chapters bear no resemblance to their first draft versions.
>I just want to know if anyone else feels something similar and how you deal with it—especially considering how important a strong opening is.
This statement, tells me that you are not in the habit of rewriting your drafts or if this is your first novel, you are unaware of how important rewriting is.
Know that, if you plan to publish, your draft will NEED to go through 3 or 4 edits and as many rewrites... and yes an edit is different from a rewrite. One edits grammar and spelling, the other completely rewrites the entire story.
No one who publishes high-quality work, did so, by publishing their first draft after just a spelling/grammar edit.
With this in mind, I would suggest not worrying about your first draft's weak beginning, because, after you rewrite your novel, your 2nd draft will be starkly different from the 1st, and after you rewrite it again, the 3rd draft will be different from the 2nd.
Think of it as a rough dirty pebble you found in your driveway. You take that pebble and put it in a rock tumbler with a large grit to chip away the dirt and grime. Then you run the tumbler with a finer grit to smooth out the cracks. Then you run the tumbler with an even finer grit to make the pebble nice round. Finally, you run the tumbler with a super fine grit to get a nice fine super shiny polish on the stone. Now you put the stone in a setting and what started out as a rough dirty ugly pebble in your driveway is now a beautiful gemstone necklace you are proud to wear.
Novel writing is like that. Your first draft is that dirty, rough, ugly pebble. Each rewrite chips away the rough parts and smooths out the edges. With enough rewrites, you'll end up with a shiny gem worth putting a pretty cover on and publishing.
So, don't worry about flaws and weaknesses you are finding in your first draft. You are 4 or 5 rewrites away from it being publishable anyways, and you'll sort out the flaws and weaknesses during those revisions.
>I noticed that the first two chapters don’t feel as smooth
Same.
With me, I noticed every novel, the first half needs tons of editing while the last half, not so much. I think it's because at the beginning I don't have a clear direction where the story was going, and am still experimenting with "what if...?" but by the latter half of the novel the story has started to fully form better and I know where it is going.
End result is the first half of every novel's first draft is usually full of plot holes and loose threads that need major fixing and rewriting.
>>>Hiya! So I recently finished my first novel and am now looking to edit my work since I'm working on a deadline. I need with a couple of things I hope you don't mind me asking:
>>>Characters texting. I can't seem to write this without it sticking out, any tips on how to make it flow with the plot?
>>>Time skips. I have a lot of these (although very small) and i want to decrease them, was wondering what's the best way.
>>>Editing tips in general
>>>Characters texting. I can't seem to write this without it sticking out, any tips on how to make it flow with the plot?
I've never written texting, due to time period of my novels and short stories all being pre-1800s, but if I were to write a novel with a text, I think I'd do it as either part of dialogue (if the character was reading the text out loud) or part of internal monologue (if the character was silently reading the text)
For example:
>"So, then I said was... oh wait, I got a text." She quickly checked her phone, than started yelling. "Will you look at that! *'Text me now.'* Doesn't she know I'm busy?"
>She showed me the message. It was from her mom. *TEXT ME NOW!* It said in all caps. Must be important.
>>>Time skips. I have a lot of these (although very small) and i want to decrease them, was wondering what's the best way.
I do this a lot. What I do is type a tilde design and than say how much time passed, than keep on going with the next scene.
It looks like this:
>The MC finishes doing things in this last sentence of the paragraph.
>~o0o~
>Three days later...
>The first paragraph of the next scene continues the story.
>>>Editing tips in general
Before I send my final draft to be edited by others, I edit it first in LibreOffice with it's spell checker/grammar checker. I like to use LibreOffice for the final formatting of my drafts as well, because it has so much editability in the settings, with regards to page margins, paragraph indents, page numbers, spacing, fonts, etc. But the spell checker and grammar editor that comes with it, is one of the best out there. It'll get most of your typos, misspellings, and punctuation issues. It's free. https://www.libreoffice.org/
Than I run it through Hemmingway App. But I ignore most of it's advice (adverbs, adjectives, and passive voice - I don't edit for those, because the series I write is a very slow paced, laid back, hippie vibe, with an MC who is usually mellowed out of opium, LSD, hashish, and absinthe, and he's the PoV narrating character, so both his dialogue and the bulk of the narrative is deliberately written in passive voice with a lot of added adverb wordiness to slow the reader down to the MCs same chill pace, thus, I don't edit to remove adverbs, adjectives, or passive voice, and simply ignore those sections in the Hemmingway App.)
However, I do frequently have issues where I write very long run-on and compound sentence that average 70 to 120 words per sentence, and the Hemingway App has 2 editing features, one called "hard to read sentences" (the yellow highlights) and the other called "very hard to read sentences" (red highlights), and because it highlights these sentences in bright yellow or red, I'm able to quickly find them and edit them.
So, for me, personally, the Hemmingway App is the best editing software for fixing the hard to read sentence issue. If that is a thing you struggle with, I highly recommend it.
Also, if you actually wanted to remove adverbs and change passive voice to active voice, (most authors do want to remove/change them) it highlights those in bright blue, purple, and green, making it super easy to find and fix those issues.
While it doesn't fix things like spelling, typos, and the bulk of grammar issues, and it doesn't tell you how to fix the issues it highlights, it's great for simply highlighting common flaws that trip up flow and affect readability.
It's free as well. https://hemingwayapp.com/
Next I run it through Grammar Coach by Dictionary dot com.
This one is not that great and it frequently has HUGE grammar errors in it, so definitely don't rely on it 100% because often the suggestions it gives you are outright bad grammar.
However, I have trouble with commonly repeating simple words, due to American English not being my native language. And this program has a great "Thesaurus swap" feature. It's the best Thesaurus feature of any editing app out there.
This app bugs out and crashes at around 2,000 words, so I can't run the whole novel at once and just put 2 pages at a time in.
This one has a paid subscription version, but I've never used it, so I'm not sure wat it does different from the free version. I've only ever used the free version. It has so many hugely bad grammar errors in it, that I didn't feel it was worth paying to upgrade it. https://www.thesaurus.com/grammarcoach
Next I run it through ProWritingAid. This can take 2 or 3 months to do, as I run 4 pages at a time through it and it has 20+ different sections to run it through, and I run it through each one.
As with HemingwayApp I don't change everything it recommends I change, because again, for this particular series I write, I WANT the passive voice and excessive adverbs and vague verbs, as a style choice due to the very mellowed out hippy-like elf who is the MC.
Also, because the MC is a very sensory driven, emotional person who likes to get flowery in his monologuing, I like to use the sensory checker, alliteration checker, overused words checker, repetition checker, and transition checker, to look for things these sections highlight and than ADD MORE of them instead of removing/changing them. I have a goal of 10 of each type of sensory word every 500 words (sight, sound, smell, touch, taste) and so I use this checker to find where my sensory words are, and than add lots more in the places where none show up.
I check all of the MC's spoken dialogue and internal monologue for alliteration and repetition, and make sure to add both to every sentence he says that doesn't have them.
I used the free version for several years. But I eventually upgraded to the paid version because the free version only lets you edit 500 words to a time and I write epic length Fantasy that averages 115k to 175k words per volume and it got tedious editing them 500 words to a time. But otherwise there is very little difference between the free and paid versions. https://prowritingaid.com/
Next I run it through Article Spinner. It has different settings: 1) HUMAN 2) AI ROBOT 3) REMOVE PLAGIARISM 4) FIX GRAMMAR 5) FIX SENTENCE STRUCTURE 6) AI Paraphraser Pastel 7) AI Paraphraser Vibrant 8) AI Paraphraser Extreme 9) Text Summarizer
Now, a warning about this program: it is NOT an editing program and is one of the shadiest software programs ever invented. What it was created to do was: you steal an article off a blog, paste it into this program, run it through each of the 5 settings, and it spits out a "original article" that is the exact same article reworded. Yep - it's the infamous plagiarism program that is used by all those shady blogs that steal content from other bloggers and spins those articles, that come out reading horrific.
For example:
>I'm going to type a sample block of text for you to read, so that you can see what happens when you take this segment of words and put them into the article spinner. It gives you things that you would never have expected to see. Some times it rewords it to sound better than how you originally wrote it and other times it spits out the most utterly ridiculous bull crap you ever saw.
>Especially when you are writing fantasy genres and talking about things like elves and wizards and dragons and gnomes. You will see what I mean when you see what it decides to do with this text here right now. It likes to change things like animals and birds to other words. So chickens cross the road to get to the other side and find out that the egg got there first, causing wishes to become horses. Yeah. Watch what that turns into.
>Now I'll give the article spinner a section from one of my novels. This scene comes from the novel titled BoomFuzzy, from volume three of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane.
>“I love my children, but I love BoomFuzzy more.”
Tomorrow was the one hundredth anniversary of BoomFuzzy’’s death and Quaraun’s heart grew heavy, with what he had to do, to bring BoomFuzzy back to life.
Quaraun stood in the hallway outside the nursery, listening to the hate filled words of the children’s song. Tears streamed down Quaraun’s checks as he pulled out BoomFuzzy’s ruby encrusted black obsidian bladed dagger.
Quaraun loved his children, but he could not bear to hear them make fun of BoomFuzzy.
He did not ask for this family.
He did not want this family.
He wanted BoomFuzzy.
The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy’s life only made him want to avoid them even more.
The fact that it was now only hours until the one hundredth anniversary of BoomFuzzy’s death did not help his spirits any either.
And so, Quaraun was not happy later that night, while ready a book in the parlour and listening to his children playing games by the fireplace, he heard the rhyming song they were singing.
A song their mother had written and taught to them.
A song about BoomFuzzy.
A horrible, terrible song which glorified in the death of a monster, a monster named BoomFuzzy.
Tears streamed down Quaraun’s cheeks as he listened to the words of the terrible hate filled song.
Quaraun loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more.
Quaraun closed his book and staring blindly at the ruby jewelled obsidian dagger in his hands.
The same dagger that had taken BoomFuzzy’s life.
Quaraun called the children over to him and they ran giddily to their father.
The children loved their father very much and never would have sung the song had they known how very much it hurt him.
Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before.
A box BoomFuzzy’s chocolate covered apricots.
The children devoured the candy, as children are prone to do. BoomFuzzy’s poisoned candy.
The very same poison that had taken BoomFuzzy’s life.
When the candy was gone Quaraun called his children to sit with him. The four children climbed on to his lap and hugged him, as they often did.. but the poison was fast acting and the children were soon in a drugged sleep in their father’s arms.
Quaraun sat for many hours, holding his sleeping children and thinking about the words to the song their mother had taught them.
One by one Quaraun carried his children to the nursery and tucked them into bed.
In the morning Quaraun was still in the nursery, now sitting on the floor watching the children’s drug induced sleep.
They never woke up.
That night, Quaraun was sitting on the floor of the hallway, in the doorway of the children’s bedroom. Staring blindly at the dagger in his hands. His wife passed in the hall and saw him sitting there.
“Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink dresses again? You know you aren’t supposed to wear those. You’re a man, you need to dress like a man.”
“I am a Di’Jinn. I don’t take orders from you any more.”
He slowly stood up and turned around.
Blood dripped from his hands.
The front of his madder rose pink dress was drenched in blood.
“I don’t have to now. In three days time, I will be the most powerful Necromancer to have ever lived. More powerful than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all the other Di’Jinn combined. And you can’t stop me. No one will ever stop me again. You and father can’t hurt me anymore. No one can. No one in this village will ever hurt me again.”
His voice was changed.
Cold.
Distant.
Angry.
“Quaraun, you’re covered in blood.”
“The sacrifices have begun.”
“Quaraun what happened? Why are you covered in blood?”
Quaraun said nothing, but pointed through the doorway into the nursery. She looked at Quaraun and then into the bedroom.
The whole room was covered in blood.
She ran into their children’s room.
Behind Quaraun, the four young Elflings lay lined up dead on the floor. Huge pools of blood forming around them.
“Quaraun, what happened?” She wailed, thinking he had found them this way. The poor young mother, cried hysterically as she hugged her four dead children.
“The innocent must die with the wicked, for the sacrifice to be complete. It is not a sacrifice if only mine enemies die. What I love the most, must die alongside what I love the least. The circle must be complete or the spell will not work.”
“What are you babbling on about? Can’t you see our children our dead?”
“Yes. I know. I’m sorry. I had to break the bond I had with them, before it grew stronger. The sooner it was done, the easier it is to do. It was interfering with my previous bond to BoomFuzzy. I can’t let another bond replace my bond with BoomFuzzy.”
“What? Quaraun what are you talking about?”
“They didn’t deserve this. But you did. You and my father. And the circle must be complete or the spell will not work.”
“Spell? What spell? What are you talking about?”
“I loved my children,” Quaraun said to the she-Elf.
“They are dead,” she screamed to him, not yet fully realizing what had happened.
“But I loved BoomFuzzy more.”
“What?”
She turned back to face Quaraun again and saw BoomFuzzy’s dagger in his hands, blood dripping from its blade.
“What have you done?”
“You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy.”
He was standing very close to her now, with BoomFuzzy’s ruby jewelled obsidian dagger in his hand.
For the first time she realized that Quaraun was covered in blood, not from finding the children, but from killing them himself.
She looked around the room.
There were magic symbols and Faerie runes and veevee written on the floor and walls.
“Quaraun? What have you done? Did you...did you do this? Did you kill them?”
“You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy never hurt you or them, you had no right to create such monstrous lies about him. A sacrifice had to be made. I’ve been with you too long. I’ve started to love you. I risk bonding with you. I can’t do that. I am bonded to BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy’s soul is still alive. BoomFuzzy is a Lich. He’s still out there. The bond is not fully broken, because he’s not fully dead. He is in agony. I can feel his thoughts. He is trapped. And he wants out. He’s trapped in a bottle and he can’t beak free. He’s angry. He’s ever so angry.”
>But this is why I run my novels through it. You see, when it rewrites the sentences and paragraphs, often the mistakes it adds are so outrageous that it allows me to see where my own errors were in my writing. Spinning my novel drafts through this shady program, has caused me to see flaws in my writing that I never would have noticed otherwise. Because of this, I find the article spinner program to be invaluable for the rewriting part of editing my novels.
1) HUMAN
>>I will write a sample text block for you to read so that you can see what happens when you put this part of the word on the spinner in the article. It provides you with things you never thought you would see. Sometimes it will rewrite it to sound better than you originally wrote, and sometimes it will spit out the most ridiculous nonsense you have ever written. Especially when you write fantasy subjects and talk about things like elves, wizards, dragons, and gnomes. When you see him now deciding what to do with this passage, you will understand what I mean. He likes to exchange things like animals and birds for other things. So the chickens crossed the road and ran to the other side, and found that the egg had arrived first, so the wish became a horse. Yes. See what it has become.
Now I will give this article Roulette a part of my novel. This scene comes from the novel "BoomFuzzy" in the third volume of the novel "The Adventures of Crazy Kalaun".
"I love my children, but I love BoomFuzzy even more." Tomorrow is the 100th anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death. Quaraun is in a heavy heart. He must do something to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Quaraun stood in the corridor outside the kindergarten, listening to the vicious words in nursery rhymes. When Quaraun pulled out the BoomFuzzy black obsidian dagger studded with rubies, tears flowed down his check. Quaraun loves her children, but she can't bear to hear them tease BoomFuzzy. He did not ask the family. He doesn't want this family. I want BoomFuzzy. The fact that he owns this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy's life only makes him want to avoid them more. The fact that there are now only a few hours before the 100th anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death does not help. Later that night, Quaraun was not happy. When she was preparing a book in the living room and listening to her children playing by the fireplace, she heard the rhyming songs they were singing. A song about BoomFuzzy. A terrible, terrible song extols the death of a monster, a monster called BoomFuzzy. As she listened to the lyrics of this terrible hateful song, tears flowed down her cheeks. He loves his children, but he loves BoomFuzzy even more. Quaraun closed his book and stared at the obsidian dagger studded with rubies in his hand. The dagger that took the life of BoomFuzzy. Quaraun called the children to his side, and they ran towards their father dizzy. The children love their father very much, and if they know how painful this song is, they will never sing this song. Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before. A box of apricots wrapped in chocolate from BoomFuzzy. The children swallowed sweets, and the children tended to do so. Poisonous candy from BoomFuzzy. The poison that took the life of BoomFuzzy. When the candy ran out, Quaraun asked his children to sit with him. The four children crawled onto his lap and hugged him as usual...but the poison worked quickly, and the children soon fell asleep in the arms of their father. Quaraun sat for hours, holding her sleeping child, thinking about the lyrics of the song their mother taught them. Quaraun took her children to the nursery one by one and put them on the bed. In the morning, Quaraun was still in the kindergarten, and now she is sitting on the floor watching the drug addicts sleep. They never wake up again. That night, Quaraun sat on the corridor floor at the entrance of the children's bedroom. Staring intently at the dagger in his hand. His wife walked across the hall and saw him sitting there. "Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink skirts again? You know you shouldn't use them. You are a man, and you need to dress like a man." "I am a Emperor Jin." I don't listen to you anymore. Ordered. "She got up slowly and turned around. Her hands were dripping with blood. The front of her craziest pink dress was soaked with blood. I don't have to do that now. In three days, I will become the most powerful necromancer ever. More powerful than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all other Di'Jinn combined. You can't stop me no one will stop me again. You and my father can't hurt me anymore. No one can. No one in this village will hurt me anymore. "His voice has changed. Cold. Far away. Angry." Quaraun, you are covered in blood. "The sacrifice has begun." "Quaraun, what happened?" Why are you covered in blood? Quaraun said nothing, just pointed to the nursery door. He looked at Quaraun, and then at the bedroom. The whole room was stained red with blood. He ran to the children's room. Behind Kalaun, four young elves lined up on the ground. A huge pool of blood formed around him. "Qualang, what's the matter?" She groaned, thinking he found them this way. The poor young mother hugged the four dead children and cried hysterically: "The innocent must die with the wicked, so that the sacrifice can be completed. If only my enemy dies, it is not a sacrifice. My favorite things must be with me. The most disliked things die together. The circle must be complete, otherwise the spell will not work." "What nonsense are you talking about? Didn't you see our child die? "" Yes. I know, sorry. Before it becomes stronger, I must break the connection with them. The sooner you do it, the easier it will be. It interfered with my previous link with BoomFuzzy. I cannot let another link replace my link to BoomFuzzy. "" That? Quaraun, what are you talking about? "They don't deserve it." But you did it. You and my father. And the circle must be complete, otherwise the spell will not work. "" Spelling? What spell? what are you saying? "I love my children," Qualan told the elf. They are dead," he shouted, still not fully aware of what happened. But he loves BoomFuzzy more. "What?" He turned to look at Quaraun again, and saw the dagger in BoomFuzzy's hand, with blood dripping on the blade. "What did you do?" "You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy..." The obsidian dagger inlaid with rubies in BoomFuzzy's hand. He realized for the first time that Quaraun was covered in blood, not because he found the children, but because he killed them himself. He looked around the room. There are magic symbols and fairy runes and veevee runes written on it. On the floor and walls. "Quarren? What did you do... Did you do it? Did you kill them? "You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. " BoomFuzzy has never hurt you or them. You have no right to make up such a horrible lie to him. Sacrifice must be made. I have been with you for too long and I start to love you. I risked an alliance with you. I can't do this. I am associated with BoomFuzzy. The soul of BoomFuzzy is still alive. BoomFuzzy is a lich. It is still there. The link is not completely broken, because he hasn't completely died yet. He is in pain. I can feel your thoughts. It is trapped. He wants to go out. He was trapped in a bottle and could not escape. he is very angry. he is very angry. "
But this is why I review it in the novel. You see, when you rewrite sentences and paragraphs, the mistakes you add are usually very outrageous. They allow me to see my own mistakes in my writing. Using this obscure program to write a draft of my novel allows me to see the flaws in my writing, otherwise I would never notice. Therefore, I find that the article conversion program is very valuable for the rewriting part of my novel editor. So... yes... did you see what he did? He took samples of my 3 paragraphs to explain its function, and then re-stated them in 9 different ways. Like I said, it allows you to view your manuscript in different ways, and inadvertently show you what needs to be fixed, which you won’t see at all in a standard spell checker or grammar editor program These contents. I like this article spinner because it makes me better at discovering my flaws in my drafts.
2) AI ROBOT
>> You can create a sample block of text and see what happens if you insert that part of a word into a sequence of articles. It gives you something you did expect to see. Sometimes it is rewritten to sound better than the original, and sometimes it makes the funniest sound I ever seen. Especially when you write the fantasy genre and talk about fairies, witches, foxes, goblins, etc. What he has decided now with this text shows what I mean. He likes to express things like animals or birds in other words. So, the chicken crosses the road and goes to the other side, finds the first egg that arrives and turns desire into a word. Yes. Confirm the changes.
Now I am giving you an article on roulette, quoted from one of my novels. This scene is a scene from the Boom Fuzzy novel in the third volume of The Adventures of Mad Quarun.
"I like kids, but I prefer BoomFuzzy." Tomorrow marks the 100th anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, and Kwaran is very saddened at what needs to be done to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Kuoron stood in the hallway in front of the nursery rhyme and listened to the loud words of the nursery rhyme. When the ruby-black cotton dagger was wrapped in a ruby, tears streamed down Cuaron's pin. Qualone loves children, but hates it when they bully Boom. He did not ask about this family. He didn't want this family. I want boom fudge. The fact that he sacrificed his life for his family for Boomfudge made it all the more inevitable. The fact that there are only a few hours left until BoomFuzzy's centenary doesn't help either. Late at night, when he was preparing books in the living room and listening to the children by the fire, he did not like hearing the rhyming songs they sang. A song about cleaning an arrow. A spooky and creepy song dedicated to the death of a monster named BoomFuzzy. Tears rolled down Kwallon's cheeks as he listened to the words of this terrifying hate song. He loved children, but he loved Boom Fudge more. Kualon closed the book and stared blankly at the dagger, the ruby ??gem in his hand. The same dagger that killed Boom Fudge. Kualon called the children who had fled to their father. If the children knew how much they love their father and how painful it is, they would not sing. Qualone has given children something they have never seen before. Apricot Boom Chocolate Coated Fondant Box. Children eat sweets, but children love them. BoomFuzzy Poison Candy, the same poison that killed BoomFuzzy. Kwaran called the children when they ran out of candy.
Four children climbed onto his lap and hugged as usual ... but the poison took effect quickly, and soon the children fell asleep in their father's arms. Coolone kept his sleeping children and spent hours thinking over the words of the song his mother had taught him. Kualon took the children one at a time to kindergarten and put them to bed. Quelone was still in kindergarten that morning, sitting on the floor and watching the kids sleep on drugs. You never wake up. That night, Kwaran was sitting in the corridor next to the nursery door. He stared blankly at the dagger in his hand. His wife walked down the hallway and saw him sitting there. “Cuarón, why are you in that pink dress again? You know you shouldn't wear it. You are a man, you must dress like a man. "" I'm Deegin. I will no longer obey you. “She got up slowly and looked around. Blood dripped from her hands. She was covered in blood in front of the craziest pink dress. " I don't need to do this now. In three days, I will become the most powerful necromancer in history. Stronger than Gwallmayic, Gibedon, and all other D'Jinn combinations. and you can't stop me Nothing can stop me anymore. You and my father cannot hurt me anymore. Nobody can do it. No one in this city will ever harm me again. “The voice has changed. Cold. Long away. I'm angry". Quallon, you're broke. “The sacrifice has begun. “What does Kvallon have to do with it? Why are you bleeding? Quelone said he just pointed to the nursery door. He looked at Kwaran and peered into the bedroom. The whole room was covered in blood. He hurriedly went to kindergarten. On the floor behind Quaran, four young elves lined up in a row. There are large veins around it. "What happened to Quallon?" He groaned and she seemed to think it was him. The poor young mother carried her four dead children, crying hysterically.
For the sacrifice to be complete, the innocent must die with the bad. As long as my enemy dies, it is not a sacrifice. The person I love the most must die with the person I love the least. The circle must be perfect. Otherwise, the game will not work. "" What are you talking about? Will our children not see our death? "" Yes. We're sorry. I have to cut my relationship with them before they get stronger. The sooner you do this, the easier it will be. This prevents previous references to BoomFuzzy. The BoomFuzzy link cannot be replaced by any other link. "" Is that all? What are you talking about, Quallon? "You don't deserve it. But you did. You, my father and the circle must be perfect. Otherwise, the game won't work." What kind of game? What are you talking about? “I love kids,” Quelone told Eleven. "You will die". He shouted, but did not quite understand what was happening. "What are you doing?" "I taught you to hate Bumfuzzi." Bumfuzzi receives an obsidian dagger adorned with a ruby. For the first time, he noticed that Kwaran was covered in blood, not that he was looking for a child. But he is killing himself. He looked around the room. There are magic characters of both fairies and cows. Runes are written. on the floor and walls. “Cuarón? What are you doing ... did you kill them? "You taught them to hate boom fudge." BoomFuzzy won't hurt you. You have no right to lie about him. I have to make sacrifices. I've been with you too long and I'm starting to love you. There is a risk of contacting you. I can not do it. You are connected to BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy's soul is still alive. BoomFuzzy is rich. I'm still there. Just because it is not completely dead does not mean that it is completely disabled. He can sense your thoughts. he followed and he wanted
But that why I talk about it in my novel. Often, when rewriting a sentence or paragraph, the error is so big that you can tell where it went wrong. With this little-known program, I changed new concepts and discovered errors in my writing that I would not have noticed otherwise. As a result, I found the article converter very useful for the new overwrite edit section. So ... yeah ... did you see what he did? He divides my example into three paragraphs, explains its function, and explains it in nine different ways. As I said, you can see your script from a different perspective, and what you need to work on you will never see in a standard spell checker or grammar editor. You can see it by chance. I like this because it is much better for finding flaws in my project.
3) REMOVE PLAGIARISM
>> I like to write some sample text so you can see what happens if you put a lot of words on an article page. It gives you something you did expect. Sometimes it looks better than the first one I wrote, and sometimes it brings up the most interesting crap I ever seen. Especially when you're writing a fantasy genre and talking about elves, wizards, dragons, gnomes, etc. If you look at what you are doing in this article, you will understand what I mean. That said, he likes to change things like animals and birds. So the hen crosses the street and realizes that the egg is the first one, and turns it into a horse. Yes. See what's happening.
This time I'm going to turn some of my novels into rotating articles. This is a scene from Madman's Qualone Adventure Volume 3 Fuzzy Boom Novel.
"I love kids, but my favorite is the fuzzy boom." Yesterday marks the 100th anniversary of the death of the fuzzy boom, and the minds of the Quran are competing for what it takes to revive the fuzzy boom. Outside kindergarten, you can listen to disgusting children's poems. When I took out the fuzzy boom dagger with sapphire, the quarantine station was full of fuzzy booms. He wanted a fuzzy boom. Just a few hours after the death of Boom Fudge 100 years later, the fact that he puts this family in place of Boom Fudge and sacrifices Boom Fudge John to avoid them any longer. .. But late at night, Karn wrote letters in the living room, and it was not pleasant to hear the children play by the fireplace and hear them sing. I taught him a song about a fuzzy boom, a terrible and terrible song about the death of a monster, a song about a monster called the fuzzy boom, and a terrible and disgusting song running down his cheeks and I taught him to cry. Gebara loved the children, but preferred the fuzzy web, with a book closed and a sapphire obsidian dagger. This became his own dagger that took Fuzzy Web's life. The children loved their father so much that they would not have played this song if they had known how much he had hurt. Karn gave the children something they had never seen before. kids do it Fuzzy Boom Poison Candy. The same poison that killed the cloud network. When the candy runs out, the Quran invites the children there.
As usual, the four children approached her and hugged her. ... Karaon took the children one by one to kindergarten and laid them down following the lyrics of the songs her mother taught them. You didn't wake up that night and the trailer was in the hallway of the kindergarten entrance. He began to stare blankly at the dagger he was holding. His wife went down the hallway and saw him sitting. "Karun, why are you still wearing pink?" You know you don't wear it. You are a man, you have to dress like a man. "I am the sword. I will no longer take orders from you." He slowly got up and turned around. There's blood running down his hands. "Before his pink cloak went bloody." I don't need it now, but within the next three days, I'll become the strongest Necromancer. Now no one can stop me. You and your father can no longer harm me. No one can do it. No one in this town has ever hurt me like that. "Why are you wet with blood?" The Quran didn't say anything and just pointed to the kindergarten door. When I saw Karn in the room, the whole room was covered in blood and I met his bed. Behind Karn were four dead children on the floor. Huge pools of blood formed around them. He cried because he thought he had found her that way. The poor young mother was crying as she held her four dead children.
"To complete the sacrifice, the innocent must die with the wicked. When my enemy dies, it is not a sacrifice. The thing I love the most, the thing I love the most, must die with someone other than you." Magic isn't like that. "" What did you want to talk about? "" Can't you see the dead children? "Yes. Know. excuse me. Before he became strong, I had to end my relationship with him. The sooner this happens, the easier it will be. This broke her previous relationship with Fuzzy Boom. You cannot allow other bands to replace your band with BoomFuzzy. What is Khan? "It wasn't worth it, but you did. You and Baba Mader must try to make the magic work." "I loved my daughter," Quoraun told She-Elf. They are dead.” I screamed, not understanding what had happened. have you tried this did you kill I taught them to hate fuzzy booms. The fuzzy boom has never harmed you and you are not allowed to tell such scary lies about him. It had to be sacrificed. I have been with you for a long time. I'm in love with you, I risk joining you I can't do that. I am related to Boom Fuji. Boom's fuzzy spirit is still alive. Purge boom is easy. I'm still there. Just because it's not completely dead doesn't mean the link is completely broken. he was afraid You can hear his thoughts. It is packed. so go
But my novel has passed. When rewriting sentences and paragraphs, the mistakes you make are often so disastrous that you can see where my mistakes are in my writing. By doing a new design in this shade, I can address my writing flaws that I might not have noticed. For this reason, I think an article rotation program will help you rewrite the edited part of your novel. Uh... yes... did you see what I did? I have selected 3 paragraphs describing your work and presented them in 9 different ways. As mentioned above, looking at the script from a different point of view can reveal the parts that need to be changed, which cannot be seen in a regular spelling or grammar editor. I like things that rotate. Because it helped me a lot in finding flaws in my concept.
4) FIX GRAMMAR
>> I'll write a sample reading block of text so you can see what happens when you take that word segment and insert it into the articles spinner. It gives you things you would never expect. Sometimes it rewrites it to sound better than what you originally wrote, and other times it spits out the most ridiculous crap you've ever seen. Especially when you write fantasy genres and talk about things like elves, wizards, dragons and gnomes. You will see what I mean when you see what he decides to do with this text here right now. He likes to change things like animals and birds to different words. So the chickens cross the road to get to the other side and find out that the egg got there first, making them want to become horses. Yes. See what it turns into.
Now I am giving an article spinner an excerpt from one of my novels. This scene is from the novel BoomFuzzy in the third volume of The Adventures of Quarauna the Mad.
"I love my kids, but I love BoomFuzzy more." Tomorrow was the hundredth anniversary of BoomFuzzy's death, and Quaraun's heart grew heavy with what he had to do to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Quaraun stood in the hallway outside the nursery, listening to the hateful words of a child's song. Tears ran down Quaraun's checks as he pulled out a ruby-studded dagger made of BoomFuzzy's black obsidian. Quaraun loved his children, but he couldn't stand the way they made fun of BoomFuzzy. He didn't ask for this family. He didn't want this family. He wanted BoomFuzzy. The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy's life only made him want to avoid them even more. The fact that there were only hours left to BoomFuzzy's 100th death anniversary didn't help his ghosts either. And so Quaraun was not happy later that evening, as he was preparing a book in the living room and listening to his children play by the fireplace, he heard the rhyming song they were singing. He taught them. A song about BoomFuzzy. A horrible, scary song that glorified the death of a monster, a monster named BoomFuzzy. he loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more. Quaraun closed his book and blindly stared at the ruby-studded obsidian dagger in his hand. The same dagger that took the life of BoomFuzzy. Quaraun summoned the children to his place and they ran in bewilderment to their father. The children loved their father very much and would never sing this song if they knew how much it hurt him. Quaraun gave the children something they had never seen before. A box of chocolate-covered BoomFuzzy apricots. children tend to do so. BoomFuzzy's poison candy. The same poison that took BoomFuzzy's life. When the candy was gone, Quaraun called his children to sit down with him. Four children climbed up on his lap and hugged him, as they often did ... but the poison acted quickly and the children soon fell asleep in a dazed sleep in their father's arms. Quaraun sat for hours holding the sleeping babies and thinking about the words of the song their mother had taught them. One by one, Quaraun carried his children to the nursery and put them to bed. They never woke up. That night, Quaraun was sitting on the hallway floor in the doorway of the children's bedroom. Staring blindly at the dagger in his hands. His wife walked down the hall and saw him sitting there. "Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink dresses again?" You know you shouldn't wear them. You are a man, you have to dress like a man. - I'm Di'Jinn. I no longer obey your orders. He stood up slowly and turned around. Blood was dripping from his hands. The front of his crazy pink and pink dress was soaked with blood. - I don't have to now. In three days, I will be the most powerful Necromancer that has ever lived. More powerful than Gwallmaiic, Gibedon and all the rest of Di'Jinn together. And you can't stop me. Nobody will stop me anymore. You and your father can't hurt me anymore. Nobody can. Nobody in this village will ever hurt me again. His voice changed. Cold. Distant. Mad. - Quaraun, you are covered in blood. Why are you covered in blood? Quaraun said nothing, but pointed through the nursery door. She looked at Quaraun, then at the bedroom. The whole room was covered in blood. She ran into their children's room. Behind Quaraun, the four young Elflings lay dead on the floor. Huge pools of blood form around them. - Quaraun, what happened? She cried, thinking he had found them that way. The poor young mother cried hysterically as she hugged her four dead children. “The innocent must die with the wicked for the sacrifice to be complete. It is not a sacrifice if only my enemies are dying. What I love most must die next to what I love least. The circle must be complete or the spell will not work. - What are you babbling about? Can't you see our children who have died? - Yes. I know. Excuse me. I had to sever the bond I had with them before it got stronger. The sooner he does it, the easier it is to do. It clashed with my previous relationship with BoomFuzzy. I can't let another bond replace my bond with BoomFuzzy. - What? Quaraun, what are you talking about? - They didn't deserve it. But you did it. You and my father. And the circle must be complete or the spell won't work. - A spell? What spell? What are you talking about? "I loved my children," Quaraun said to the elf. "They're dead," she shouted at him, not yet fully realizing what had happened. - But I loved BoomFuzzy more. What? She turned back to Quaraun and saw BoomFuzzy's dagger in his hand, blood dripping from it. - What have you done? - You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. In his hand was BoomFuzzy's ruby-studded obsidian dagger. For the first time she realized Quaraun was covered in blood, not from finding the children but from killing them by himself. She looked around the room. on the floor and walls. - Quaraun? What have you done? Did you ... do this? Did you kill them? - You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy never hurt you or them, and you had no right to make such monstrous lies about him. A sacrifice had to be made. I've been with you too long. I started to love you. I risk getting involved with you. I can not do that. I'm affiliated with BoomFuzzy. The soul of BoomFuzzy is still alive. BoomFuzzy is a Lic. He's still there. The bond is not completely broken because it is not completely dead. He is in agony. I can feel his thoughts. He is trapped. And he wants to get out. It is trapped in the bottle and cannot extract its beak. He is furious. He's always so bad.
But that's why I browse my novels in it. You see when he rewrites sentences and paragraphs, often the mistakes he adds are so outrageous that it allows me to see where my own mistakes were in my writing. Scrolling novel sketches through this dodgy program caused me to notice mistakes in my writing that I would never have noticed otherwise. For this reason, I find the article spinner program invaluable in rewriting the editing parts of my novels. So ... yeah ... did you see what it did? I took my sample of 3 paragraphs explaining what it does and spat it out redrafted in 9 different ways. As I said, this allows you to see your manuscript in a different light and inadvertently causes you to see things that need fixing that you simply would never see in a standard spell checker or grammar editor. I love an article spinner for it, because it makes me so much better at finding my own flaws in my sketches.
5) FIX SENTENCE STRUCTURE
>> I’m going to type a block of text for you to read, so you’ll see what happens when you take a part of the text and put them in a script. It gives you things you never thought you would see. Sometimes it moves it better than you write it and other times it shoots pieces of laughter you have never seen before.
Especially when you’re writing awesome characters and talking about things like elves, witches, dragons and gnomes. You will see what I have to say when you see what he has decided to do with this text now. He likes to change things like animals and birds and other words. So the chicken crossed the road to the other side and found that the egg was ahead, making craving a horse. Yes. Here is what it will be.
Now, I will give the story as part of one of my journals. The film is based on a novel called BoomFuzzy, by three voices of Adventures of Quaraun the Madman.
"I love my kids, but I love BoomFuzzy more." Tomorrow is the centenary of the death of BoomFuzzy and the heavy heart of Quaraun, as well as what he will do to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Tears flowed down Quaraun's checks as he unleashed a black obsidian BoomFuzzy sword. Quaraun loves her children, but she can't hear them laughing at BoomFuzzy. He did not appeal to this family. He did not want this family. He wants BoomFuzzy. The fact that he has this family in the area of ??BoomFuzzy as well as the cost of living BoomFuzzy made him want to avoid them more. The fact that only a few hours left until the 100th anniversary of the death of BoomFuzzy did not help him. In other words, Quaraun was not happy that night, as she was preparing a book in the room and listening to her children play by the fire, she heard their singing. A song written by their mother and taught them A song for BoomFuzzy kids, but she loves BoomFuzzy more than Quaraun closed her book and stared at the ruby-knife obsidian she held in her hand The sword had killed BoomFuzzy.Quaraun called the children and ran in panic on their father. Children love their father very much, and they would not sing if they knew what was upsetting him. Quaraun gave the children something they had never seen before. A box of chocolate covered apricots from BoomFuzzy. , as children are usually easy to do. BoomFuzzy candy. The same poison killed BoomFuzzy his life. When the candy was gone, Quaraun invited his children to stay with him. The four children climbed on his lap and hugged him, as they usually do ... but the poison quickly made the children fall asleep and take drugs from their father. about the music that their mother taught them. One by one, Quaraun took her children to a child support center and put them to bed. In the morning, Quaraun was still at the children's home, now sitting on the floor watching the children addicted to drugs. They never woke up. That night, Quaraun was sitting in the hallway, at the entrance to the children's room. Focusing on the quality is in his hands. His wife went down to the synagogue and saw him sitting. "Quaraun, why are you still wearing those pink clothes?" You know that you should not wear them. You are a man, you have to dress like a man. "" I'm Di'Jinn. I no longer give you orders. He slowly got up and turned around. Blood is flowing out of his hand. The front of her red robe was covered with blood. “I will not do it now. In three days, I will be the most powerful necromancer ever. Stronger than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and Di'Jinn all combined. And you can't stop me. No one will stop me again. You and your father can no longer hurt me. No one can. No one in this city will hurt me again. His voice has changed. Cold. Eyes. Iwe. “Quaraun, you are full of blood. "" The sacrifice has begun. Why are you covered in blood? Quaraun said nothing, but pointed at the kindergarten door. He looked at Quaraun then in the room. The whole house was covered with blood. She ran to their children's room. Behind Quaraun, four dead Elfings children were laid to rest. A large lake surrounded them. "Quaraun, why?" she lamented, thinking he had found them so. A young mother weeps as she hugs her four dead children. “The innocent will die with the wicked, and the sacrifice will be complete. It is not a sacrifice if my enemies die. My favorite will be next to my favorite. This cycle will end either or the spell will not work. Can't you see our dead children? "" Ee e. I know. I'm sorry. I had to end my bond with them, before it could grow stronger. At first, it was easy to do. She was involved in my previous link to BoomFuzzy. I cannot allow another link to replace my link with BoomFuzzy. Quaraun, what are you talking about? "" They should not do this. But you did. You and my father. The circle should appear round or the occult will not work. Which spell? What are you saying? "I love my kids," Quaraun told Elf. "They're dead," he cried, not knowing what had happened. "But I like BoomFuzzy more. What? He turned to face Quaraun again and saw BoomFuzzy's sword in his hand, blood dripping from his blade." What did you do? "You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy." The ruby ??sword of BoomFuzzy adorns his hand. First, she discovered that Quaraun was covered in blood, not by locating the children, but by committing suicide. He looked into the room. There are magic symbols on Faerie and veevee runes written on the floor and walls. "What? What did you do? You ... did that? You killed them?" You taught them to hate BoomFuzzy. " BoomFuzzy didn’t do you any harm, it didn’t allow you to create terrible lies about it. Sacrifices were necessary. I have been with you for a long time. I began to love you. Can I call you. I can't do that. I connected with BoomFuzzy. BoomFuzzy's soul is still alive. BoomFuzzy is funny. He is still there. The connection is not completely broken, because it is not completely dead. She is in great pain. I could hear his thoughts. She is trapped. He also wanted to leave. He’s holding it in a bottle, he can’t get himself out of the way. He is angry. He is still very angry.
But that’s why I put my newspaper there. See love, when rewriting a sentence in a paragraph, often the error it adds is so severe that it allows me to see where my mistakes are in my text. Extending my newspaper through this shade program made me see flaws in my writing that I could not otherwise see. For this reason, I found the news spinner program to be very useful for the revision section of my newsletter. So ... yes ... did you see it? He took a sample of paragraph 3 to describe what he was doing, and then distributed it in 9 different ways. Like I said, it allows you to see your writing differently and unknowingly leading you to see things that need to be fixed, which you haven’t seen in a standard or program review program again. I love writing books for this because it has helped me so much in finding my own flaws in my drafts.
6) AI Paraphraser Pastel
>> I'll write a block of sample text for you to read so you can see what happens when you take this segment of words and put them on the top in the article. It gives you things you never expected to see. Sometimes it rephrases it to sound better than you originally wrote it and other times it spits out the most ridiculous shit you've ever seen. Especially when you write fantasy genres and talk about things like elves, wizards, dragons, and gnomes. You'll see what I mean when you see what he decides to do with this text right here right now. He likes to trade things like animals and birds for other words. So the chickens cross the street to get to the other side and find that the egg arrived first, causing the wishes to turn into horses. Yes. See what that turns into.
Now I'll give the roulette article a section from one of my novels. This scene is taken from the novel BoomFuzzy, from the third volume of The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane.
"I love my kids, but I love BoomFuzzy more." Tomorrow was the centenary of BoomFuzzy's death and Quaraun's heart was heavy with what he had to do to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Quaraun paused in the corridor outside the nursery, listening to the hateful words of the nursery rhyme. Tears streamed down Quaraun's checks as he pulled out BoomFuzzy's ruby-encrusted black obsidian dagger. Quaraun loved his children, but couldn't stand hearing them tease BoomFuzzy. He didn't ask about this family. He didn't want this family. I wanted BoomFuzzy. The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy's life only made him want to avoid them even more. The fact that the centenary of BoomFuzzy's death was now just hours away didn't help. Quaraun was not happy later that night, as she was preparing a book in the living room and listening to her children playing by the fireplace, she heard the rhyming song they were singing. A song about BoomFuzzy. A horrible and terrible song that glorified the death of a monster, a monster called BoomFuzzy. Tears streamed down Quaraun's cheeks as he listened to the words of the terrible hateful song. He loved his children, but he loved the BoomFuzzys more. Quaraun closed the book and stared blindly at the ruby-encrusted obsidian dagger he held in his hand. The same dagger that took BoomFuzzy's life. Quaraun called the children to him and they ran dizzy towards their father. The children loved their father very much and would never sing the song if they knew how much it hurt. Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before. A box of BoomFuzzy's chocolate-covered apricots. The children devoured the sweets, while the children are inclined to do so. BoomFuzzy's poisoned candies. The same poison that had taken BoomFuzzy's life. When the candy ran out, Quaraun called his children to sit with him. The four children climbed onto his knees and hugged him, as they often did ... but the poison acted quickly and the children soon fell asleep drugged in their father's arms. Quaraun sat for many hours, holding her sleeping babies in her arms and thinking about the lyrics of the song their mother had taught them. One by one, Quaraun took her children to kindergarten and put them to bed. In the morning, Quaraun was still in kindergarten, now sitting on the floor watching drug-induced sleeping children. They never woke up. That night, Quaraun was sitting on the corridor floor in front of the children's bedroom door. Blindly staring at the dagger in his hands. His wife walked down the aisle and saw him sitting there. “Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink dresses again? You know you shouldn't use them. You are a man, you have to dress like a man. "" I am a Di'Jinn. I no longer take orders from you. "She got up slowly and turned around. Blood was dripping from her hands. The front of her craziest pink dress was soaked in blood." I don't have to do this now. In three days, I will be the most powerful necromancer that has ever existed. More powerful than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all the other Di'Jinn combined. And you can't stop me. Nobody will ever stop me again. You and my father can no longer hurt me. Nobody can. No one in this village will ever hurt me again. "Her voice has changed. Cold. Distant. Angry." Quaraun, you are covered in blood. "" The sacrifices have begun. "" Quarauna, what happened? Why are you covered in blood? Quaraun said nothing, but pointed to the nursery through the door. He looked at Quaraun and then at the bedroom. The whole room was covered in blood. He ran to his children's room. Behind Quaraun, the four young Elves lay lined up on the ground. Huge pools of blood form around him. "Quauna, what happened?" She groaned, thinking she'd found them this way. The poor young mother wept hysterically as she hugged her four dead children: “The innocent must die with the wicked, for the sacrifice to be complete. It is not a sacrifice if only my enemies die. What I love most must die along with what I love least. The circle must be complete or the spell won't work. "" What are you stammering about? Don't you see our children our dead? "" Yes I know. I am sorry. I had to break the bond I had with them before it got stronger. The sooner this is done, the easier it will be to do it. It interfered with my previous link to BoomFuzzy. I can't let another link replace my BoomFuzzy link. "" That? Quarauna, what are you talking about? "" They didn't deserve it. But you did. You and my father. And the circle must be complete or the spell won't work. "" To spell? What spell? What are you talking about? "" I loved my children, "Quaraun told the elf." They are dead, "he screamed, still not fully realizing what had happened." But he loved BoomFuzzy more. "What? He turned to look at Quaraun again and saw Bo.
But that's why I review it with my novels. You see, when you rewrite sentences and paragraphs, often the mistakes you add are so outrageous that they allow me to see where my mistakes were in my writing. Shooting my novel drafts through this obscure program made me see flaws in my writing that I would never have otherwise noticed. For this reason, I find the article rotation program invaluable for the rewrite portion of my montage of the novel. So ... yes ... did you see what he did? He took my sample of 3 paragraphs explaining what he does and spit them out rephrased in 9 different ways. As I said, it allows you to see your manuscript in a different light and inadvertently makes you see things that need to be fixed that you simply would never see in a standard spell checker or grammar editor program. I love the article spinner for this one, because it made me so much better at finding my flaws in my drafts.
7) AI Paraphraser Vibrant
>> I will write a sample block of text that you will read to see what happens when you take this segment of words and insert it into the article code list. It gives you things you would never expect to see. Sometimes it remakes it to sound better than you wrote it, and sometimes it throws out the funniest shit you've ever seen. Especially if you write fantasy genres and talk about things like elves and magicians and dragons and gnomes. You can see what I mean when you see what it is now decided to do in this text here. It wants to change things like animals and birds in other words. So the chickens crossed the road to get to the other side and find out that the egg was there first, made horses. Yes See what that is.
I will now give the author of the article a passage from one of my novels. This scene comes from a novel titled BoomFuzzy, the third volume of The Adventures of Crazy Quaraun.
"I love my kids, but I love BoomFuzzy more." Tomorrow was the centenary of BoomFuzzy’s death and Quaraun’s heart became heavy and he had to bring BoomFuzzy back to life. Quaraun stood in the hallway in front of the nursery, listening to the words of the children's song that filled him with rage. Tears ran down Quaraun's controls as he pulled out the black dagger with ruby ??edges from BoomFuzzy. The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the expense of BoomFuzzy’s life only made him want to avoid them even more. Quaraun didn’t feel happy later that night when he made a book in the lobby and heard his children playing by the fireplace, he heard a rhyming song they sang. A BoomFuzzy song. A terrible, terrible song that rejoiced in the death of a monster, a monster called BoomFuzzy. Tears welled up in Quaraun's cheeks as he listened to the words of the song, which were full of terrible anger. Quaraun closed his book and blindly looked at the obsidian dagger with ruby ??jewels in his hands, the same dagger that had taken on the spirit of BoomFuzzy. The children loved their father very much and would never have sung any song if they had known how much it hurt him. Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before. children usually do. Poisoned candy from BoomFuzzy. The same poison that had taken the spirit of BoomFuzzy. When the candy disappeared, Quaraun invited his children to sit with him. Four children climbed into his arms and hugged him, as they often did .. but the poison worked quickly and the children were soon under the influence of drugs sleeping in their father's arms. Quaraun took her son to kindergarten and took her to bed. In the morning, Quaraun was still in kindergarten and was sitting on the floor watching the children’s drug-induced sleep. They never woke up and that night, Quaraun sat on the floor of the hallway, at the door of the children’s bedroom. Blindly look at the dagger in your hands. His wife came into the hallway and saw him sitting there. “Quaraun, why are you wearing these pink dresses again? You know you shouldn't use them. You are a man, you have to dress like a man. "" I'm Di'Jinn. I will no longer take orders from you. “He got up slowly and turned around. Blood was dripping from his hands. The front of her craziest pink red dress was soaked in blood. ” I don't need it now. In three days, I will become the most effective necromancer of all time. More powerful than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all the other Di’Jinns combined. And you can't stop me. No one will ever stop me. You and dad can no longer hurt me. No one can. No one in this village will ever hurt me again. "His voice changed. Cold. Distance. Angry." Quaraun, you are covered in blood. "" The victims have begun. "Quaraun, what happened?" Why are you covered in blood? "Quaraun said nothing, but pointed to the door of the kindergarten. He looked at Quaraun and then into the room. Huge bottles of blood form around him. "Quaraun, what happened?" He complained, thinking he had found them that way. The poor young mother wept hysterically as she hugged her four dead children. "The innocent must die with the wicked for the sacrifice to be perfect. He is not a victim if only my enemies die. What I love most must die next to what I love least. The circle must be perfect or the spell will not work. "What are you talking about?" Don't you see our children dead? "" Yes. I know. Sorry. I had to break the bond with them before it got stronger. The faster it was done, the easier it is to do. It severed my previous links with BoomFuzzy. I can’t let another bonus replace my boom with BoomFuzzy. "" What? Quaraun, what are you talking about? "" They didn't deserve that. But you did. You and my father. And the circle must be perfect or the spell will not work. "" Spells? What spell? What are you talking about? "" I loved my children, "Quaraun said to the elf." They are dead, "he shouted at her, still not fully understanding what had happened." But I loved BoomFuzzy more. "What?" He turned his gaze to Quaraun and saw Bo
But that's why I go through my novels in it. You see, when he rewrites sentences and paragraphs, the mistakes he adds are often so incredible that they allow me to see where my writing mistakes are. By turning my new designs through this dark program, I have developed an insight into shortcomings that I would never have noticed otherwise. That's why I consider the spinner program invaluable for part of the remake of my novels. So...yeah...see what it does? I took my example of 3 paragraphs explaining what it does, and spit them out 9 different ways. Like I said, you may see your manuscript in a flash and inadvertently show you things that need fixing, which you would never see in a typical spell check or grammar editor program. I like the article spinner for this because it allows me to find my own flaws in my drafts much better.
8) AI Paraphraser Extreme
>> I'll type a sample block to read it to see what happens when you take this section of words and add them to a spinner article. It gives you things you never expected to see. Sometimes you call it a better name than what you originally wrote, and sometimes it spits out the smartest bull you've ever seen. Especially when you write fantasy genres you talk about elves and sorcerers and dragons and gnomes. You will see what I am saying when you look at what this text decides to do now. It wants to translate animals and birds into other words. So the hens cross the road and go to the other side and find that the egg got there first and the desires turn into horses. Yes. See what it turns out to be.
Today I will put a portion of one of my novels on the dial. This scene comes from a novel called BoomFuzzy, from the third part of The Adventures of Quarauna Mad.
"I love my kids, but I love BoomFuzzy even more." Tomorrow was the centenary of BoomFuzzy's death, and Quaraun's heart was heavy with what he had to do to revive BoomFuzzy. Quaraun stood in the hall outside the nursery, listening to the hateful words of the nursery. Tears streamed down Quaraun's controls as he pulled out BoomFuzzy's ruby-encrusted black obsidian blade dagger. Quaraun loved his children, but he could not stand the mockery of BoomFuzzy. He did not ask about this family. He did not want this family. He wanted BoomFuzzy. The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and that at the expense of BoomFuzzy's life made him just avoid it even more. The fact that it was now only hours to the centenary of BoomFuzzy's death did not help, so Quaraun was not happy later in the night while holding a book in the living room and listening to his children playing by the fireplace as he did the Heared Rhymed Song They Sang Learned loved his kids, but he loved BoomFuzzy more. Quaraun closed his book and stared blindly at the ruby-obsessed obsidian dagger in his hands. The same dagger that took BoomFuzzy's life. Quaraun called over the children and they ran dizzy for the children. The children loved their father dearly and would never have sung the song if they had known how much it hurt him. Quaraun gave the children something they had never seen before. A box of BoomFuzzy's chocolate covered apricots The children devoured the sweets, as children usually do. BoomFuzzy is poisoned candy. The same poison that killed BoomFuzzy. When the candy was gone, Quaraun called her children. The four children climbed up on his lap and hugged him as they often did ... but the poison worked quickly and the children soon fell asleep in their father's arms over the words to the song that their mother had taught them. One by one, Quaraun carried his children into the nursery and put them to bed. You never woke up. That night, Quaraun sat on the floor in the hallway, in the doorway of the nursery. He stared blindly at the dagger in his hands. His wife came by in the corridor and saw him sitting there. Quaraun, why are you wearing those pink clothes again? They know you should not wear these. You're a man, you have to dress like a man. "I'm a Di'Jinn. I'm not taking any more orders from you. He got up slowly and turned around. Blood dripped from his hands. The front of his ruffled pink dress was soaked in blood. "I do not need now. In three days, I'll be the most powerful necromancer I've ever lived. More powerful than Gwallmaiic and Gibedon and all the other Di'Jinn together. And you can not stop me No one will ever stop me again. You and Dad can no longer hurt me. Nobody can. No one in this village will ever hurt me again. "His voice changed. Cold. Distant. Furious. "Quaraun, you are covered in blood." "The victims have begun." "Quaraun, what happened? Why are you covered in blood? "Quaraun said nothing but pointed through the door to the nursery. She looked at Quaraun and then into the bedroom. The whole room was covered in blood. She ran into the nursery. Behind Quaraun, the four young elf flakes lay dead on the floor. Huge pools of blood form around them. "Quaraun, what happened?" She moaned and thought that was how he found her. The poor young mother cried hysterically as she hugged her four dead children. "The innocent must die with the wicked for the sacrifice to be complete. It's not a sacrifice if only my enemies die. What I love most must die with what I love least. The circle must be closed, otherwise the magic will not work. "" What are you talking about? Can't you see our children, our dead? "" Yes. I know. I'm sorry. I had to break the bond with them before they got stronger. The earlier it is done, the easier it is. It disturbed my previous attachment to BoomFuzzy. I can not let another band replace my BoomFuzzy band. "" What? Quaraun, what are you talking about? "" They do not deserve it. But you did. You and my father And the circle must be closed, otherwise the magic will not work. "" Magi? Which spelling? What are you talking about? "I loved my children," Quaraun told the river woman. "You're dead," she shouted at him, still not quite sure what had happened. "But I loved BoomFuzzy more." "What?" She turned back to Quaraun and saw Bo
But that's what I do with my novels. You see, when he rewrites sentences and paragraphs, they are always so wrong that they allow me to see where the mistakes were in my writing. The environment of my novel design in this shadowy process made me see flaws in my work that I would never have noticed otherwise. Because of this, I find the spinner article valuable in rewriting the editing of my novels. So ... yes ... did you see what he does? I took a sample of my 3 paragraphs explaining what it does, and rewrote them in 9 different ways. Like I said, it allows you to see your manuscript in a different light and inadvertently causes you to see things that need to be fixed, which you would never have seen in a normal spell checker or grammar editor program. I like the article spinner for this, as it makes me a lot better at finding my own flaws in my drafts.
9) Text Summarizer
>>Likes, yeah, fantasy, things, chickens cross, causing wishes, egg got.
“I love my children, but I love BoomFuzzy more.”
Tomorrow was the one hundredth anniversary of BoomFuzzy’’s death and Quaraun’s heart grew heavy, with what he had to do, to bring BoomFuzzy back to life.
Quaraun stood in the hallway outside the nursery, listening to the hate filled words of the children’s song.
Quaraun loved his children, but he could not bear to hear them make fun of BoomFuzzy.
The fact that he had this family instead of BoomFuzzy and at the cost of BoomFuzzy’s life only made him want to avoid them even more.
And so, Quaraun was not happy later that night, while ready a book in the parlour and listening to his children playing games by the fireplace, he heard the rhyming song they were singing.
Quaraun loved his children, but he loved BoomFuzzy more.
Quaraun closed his book and staring blindly at the ruby jewelled obsidian dagger in his hands.
Quaraun called the children over to him and they ran giddily to their father.
The children loved their father very much and never would have sung the song had they known how very much it hurt him.
Quaraun handed the children something they had never seen before.
When the candy was gone Quaraun called his children to sit with him.
Quaraun sat for many hours, holding his sleeping children and thinking about the words to the song their mother had taught them.
One by one Quaraun carried his children to the nursery and tucked them into bed.
In the morning Quaraun was still in the nursery, now sitting on the floor watching the children’s drug induced sleep.
That night, Quaraun was sitting on the floor of the hallway, in the doorway of the children’s bedroom.
“Quaraun, you’re covered in blood.”
“The innocent must die with the wicked, for the sacrifice to be complete.
Can’t you see our children our dead?”
“I loved my children,” Quaraun said to the she-Elf.
She turned back to face Quaraun again and saw BoomFuzzy’s dagger in his hands, blood dripping from its blade.
For the first time she realized that Quaraun was covered in blood, not from finding the children, but from killing them himself.
I am bonded to BoomFuzzy.
quaraun, boomfuzzy, children, bonded, grew, song, blood, young, obsidian, fully
Because of this, I find the article spinner program to be invaluable for the rewriting part of editing my novels.
So... yeah... did you see what it did? It took my sample of 3 paragraphs explaining what it does, and spit them out reworded 9 different ways. Like I said, it allows you to see your manuscript in a different light and inadvertently causes you to see things that need fixing, that you simply never would have seen in a standard spell checker or grammar editor program. I love article spinner for this, because it has made me so much better at finding my own flaws in my drafts.
Watch out though, this one is on an ad heavy website. There are 7 ads on the screen at any given time. It's really annoying. I use Chrome browser settings to open Chrome Task Manager and have it close the ads via closing the "sub frames". If you don't use Chrome browser, you'll definitely want to have some sort of ad block program before opening this website. https://aiarticlespinner.co/
I follow this process for each rewrite of the manuscript as well. Usually I have 5 to 7 drafts per novel, and so I end up running the manuscript through each of those apps/programs 5 to 7 times before I send the draft out to human editors and beta readers.
>>>Why do most beta readers never respond back?
>>>I get it that reading can be time consuming, but it seems like most people who volunteer for beta reading never respond back. Not even when you're only sending them a few sample chapters rather than the whole thing.
>>>One possibility that comes to mind is that some did not like what they saw, but weren't willing to share negative feedback. Yet I've had others give me possitive feedback, so I don't think my work is terrible enough for that to be a likely possibility. Or at least not the main reason.
>>>Is it merely normal that most people who offer to beta read don't respond back?
I think the issue here may be that you sent it to people CLAIMING they were beta readers but they were not ACTUALLY beta readers?
If they were ACTUAL Beta Readers, than you can (and should) report them to the Better Business Bureau (you can file a complaint here: https://www.bbb.org ) and file a lawsuit to get your money back. Considering Beta Readers are one of the biggest amounts of money you will spend on writing your novel, you will find yourself quickly in heaps of debt if you run into this issue too frequently.
Do know that there is a DRAMATIC difference between an ACTUAL beta reader (the career) and random forum users you meet online who CALL themselves beta readers without knowing what the term means or that it's an actual professional career.
A REAL beta reader is going to charge on average $50 an hr and most authors plan on budgeting $2,000 to hire 4 beta readers. Figuring that it takes about 10 hours to read the book and write the report up, and most pro-beta readers charge $50 an hr = you can expect to pay roughly $500 per beta reader and generally speaking having 4 beta readers is best, thus the standard industry practice is to plan on spending $2,000 per novel to have it beta read.
>>>Is it merely normal that most people who offer to beta read don't respond back?
Beta Readers DO NOT offer to Beta Read.
Again, there is a DRAMATIC difference between an ACTUAL beta reader (the career) and random forum users you meet online who CALL themselves beta readers without knowing what the term means or that it's an actual professional career.
A real Beta Reader will have a website and an application form for you to fill out. They will want to see your resume and portfolio. Usually you will need to submit (via actual post office mail, not email) 2 to 4 of your previously published books (ACTUAL books aka paperbacks or hardcovers, NOT eBooks) for them to read your work to decide if you write the type of novels and short stories they work with.
Beta readers NEVER read chapters, drafts sent by email, or stacks of paper printed up. You MUST have the book already in the pre-publication typeset stage, aka ALREADY PRINTED UP IN PAPERBACK FORMAT, aka the PROOF copy, which the publisher will send you a year or so before publication if trade pubbing or you can have printed up from a local copy shop in your town if self-pubbing.
While reading your proof copy, they will write with red China-ink pencil right in the books itself. (proof copies have wide untrimmed margins and are about one inch larger on all sides than the finished paperback that goes to press. They will write in your book USING ACTUAL EDITOR'S MARKS and SHORTHAND, so make sure you know how to read both (yes, BEFORE you hire a beta reader you ARE going to have to learn not 1, but 2 new languages), because if you don't know how to read them, what you get back is going to look like utter gibberish that a 2 year old scrawled across the pages.
Additionally they will type up a report. Yes, an actual book report, like what you wrote in high school. The full 10 page classic book report with a 3 page character breakdown a 3 page story break down and a final page opinion sum up. Beta Reading IS the job you are training for with every book report your high school teacher made you write.
They will schedule a SINGLE DAY of the week to devote to your book, and read it in a 9 to 5 office setting, write editors marks and short hand notes all over the book as they read, they WILL being editing grammar errors, spelling errors, typos, making notes of plot holes and issues with characters. The average beta reader can read a full 100k word novel in about 5 hours. They usually plan a 10 hour time slot spaced over 2 days. 5 hours to read on day 1, 5 hours 1 re-read and write the report on day 2. If they go over 10 hours, you'll be charged for those hours, so your $50 an hour fee, could go over $500. Make sure you plan for that. Overnight shipping is often included, so, you WILL receive your proof copy and the 10 page report back within 48 hours of their reading it.
Know that Beta Readers are trained editors who are usually also in-house copy editors and/or line editors of big house publishers (the big, big, big publishing houses - think the Random Penguin Houses type), they often have Master's Degrees in journalism and/or teaching high school English, and they can spot a grammar error from a mile away.
Keep in mind that people who will tell you online that Beta Readers don't edit your work or say that Beta Readers are volunteers doing work for free, DO NOT KNOW what a Beta Reader is.
Friends, family, and random strangers from the internet reading your work, ARE NOT Beta Readers. They are "peer critics" offering feedback on what they read. They are no different from average people writing Amazon book reviews, and likely know nothing about editing, grammar, plot flow, building characters, or story structure, and will only give you a look at what you can expect to see general public write in reviews, but will NOT help you to actually improve your work and get it ready for publication the way a Beta Reader will.
These people are NOT going to refuse to reply. You paid them $500 or more to make your draft bleed red and they are going to eviscerate your work with brutal abandon.
Beta Readers are NOT going to refuse to reply because they are scared of giving bad feedback or because they couldn't find anything good to say. **No Beta Reader worth his salt is EVER going to give you positive feedback.** Authors seeking positive feedback really don't want to seek out Beta Readers. Positive feedback is not their job. It is NOT their job to enjoy the read. They will still read it even if they hate it, find it boring, or even if your grammar is so bad it's nearly illiterate. They WILL read to the end, because it's what you paid them to do.
**The feedback from a Beta Reader WILL ALWAYS BE negative - because looking for flaws in your work is their job.** You DID pay them to LOOK for flaws and tell you where they are, so they WILL rip your baby apart and tell you EVERYTHING that is wrong with it. It is NOT a Beta Reader's job to pat you on the back and tell you your story is great. It is their job to look for every error they can find and highlight it in bright red ink, in order to help you rewrite your work to the best it can be BEFORE you send it out to an editor to be edited. A beta reader is not your yes man. They will NOT tell you it's good. They will NOT sing your praises. They WILL be merciless and brutal with the negative feedback, because it's what you paid them to do.
>>>Is it merely normal that most people who offer to beta read don't respond back?
Perhaps, it would help, if before you send them your work, you ask them what THEY think a Beta Reader is and does, that would help weed out the people who just want a free book or just want to pat you on the back and be your yes man?
If someone offered to read your work and tell you what they think, they are NOT a Beta Reader. They are someone who has no clue what the career of being a beta reader is, probably didn't even know Beta Reading was a career, and was just looking to bum a free book off an unsuspecting author. They have no intention of telling you how the book was or helping you make it the best it ca be, because they just wanted to get a free book and once you sent the your draft, they got that and have no more need for you. And unfortunately, they exist in droves on the internet, scurrying around looking for the next author they can scam a book out of.
Now, that's not to say everyone you meet online is going to be like that.
Are there good free/volunteer beta readers out there? Sure there are. There are plenty of people online who really do want to help authors out and are willing to Beta Read for free or very cheap. Some of them are really good at it too. The problem is sifting through the chaff to find them, because online free Beta Readers is a place where the bad far out number the good. So when you do find a good one, keep contact with them, and remember to have them on hand for your next book.
I have personally found that just paying a pro-level beta reader is overall better than sifting through the internet looking for the 1 or 2 gems in the rough. Why? Time sink. It takes way too much of my time to scourer the internet searching for a few good beta readers lost in a shuffle of so many bad beta readers. Why waste my time searching for free or cheap beta readers, when I could just pay a pro-reader and get back to writing.
And yes, I understand money is an issue. The big dogs are expensive. But, a few years ago, I found a great alternative, that worked well for me. A local community college, which has a better than average English degree program, and has several rather famous authors on staff, has a very high rate of students who want to get a writing degree because they want to be the next Stephen King. So, they are also more than willing to beta read for extra credit in the honours program of the school. So, they get to read my work before it gets published, they write up reports of it as homework assignments, and a week later after they get it back from the teacher, they send it to me. Takes longer, because it has to be graded by the teacher before they can hand it over to me, but, I get my work beta read for free and they get extra credit towards their degree.
I highly recommend that if you have a community college in your area, that you head to the English department, ask to talk with a few teachers/professors/adjunct authors and see if they are willing to set up a program from students to earn extra/honours/vocational credit towards their degrees by beta reading. Though, you might want to already have a few books published and be a local author willing to come into class and talk to the students as a "special guest" 1 class per semester. The school might not want to do it if you are new/unpublished yet.
>>>I heard from a published author that publishers prefer books on the shorter side during the pandemic, due to the cost of printing and mainly due to limited resources. Is this the case?
No.
Not for Big House press it isn't.
All 3 of them say if you send anything under 100k they are going to toss it in the paper shredder unread, because 120k is barest minimum and bordering on too short.
I just checked their websites, and those are the numbers they got listed right now July 13, 2021.
Just go to the publisher websites and read their submission guidelines. 2021 is actually seeing requests for LONGER works, not shorter.
In fact, near as I can tell the ONLY publishers going smaller word counts are the Indie Press publishers.
I don't know why so many writers are running around saying publishers want less words, because, no big house publisher is saying they want shorter, that for sure. All you have to do is look at the publisher guidelines posted right on their own websites to find out they are NOT asking for shorter works.
>>>My question to the group is whether or not there is better advise for writers who find themselves with a 150k+ draft?
Yeah there is. It's called, look at some REAL books. Most trade books ARE +150k words. Only in the world of self-pubbed Kindle ebooks do you see skinny books with no meat on the pages.
Just because everyone SAYS big house pubs want under 90k, doesn't mean they ACTUALLY want that. Look at the submission guidelines of big house publishers. You'll see many of them outright say don't send them anything under 120k and stick closer to 180k. Yeah. 30k MORE than 150k.
My question to the people telling them to cut it in half would be: **Why the hell are they all so clueless as to how long MOST trade published books ACTUALLY are?**
Look at the word counts of trade pubbed Fantasy: Sword of Shanara, Lord of the Rings, Mists of Avalon, Dragon Riders of Pern, Lord Valentine, Harry Potter, Wheel of Time, Legend of Drizzt, The Witcher, most of those books have 10+ volumes in the series and each volume is 150k to 230k EACH volume. Most of those series is a single story that spans 2 million to 8 million or more words, divided across 10+ books of +150k.
You can tell, the commenters who are neither writers nor readers of the Epic Fantasy genre when they say 150K draft is too long. No. It's NOT. 150k is bordering on too short in the Epic Fantasy genre. Most people saying they wrote 150k draft, usually they say it's the Epic Fantasy genre, so they ARE in the expected word count that publishing houses are looking for.
I'm sorry, but, commenters telling someone to cut a 150k Epic Fantasy draft in half, REALLY don't know the genre at all.
Sure a lot of genres want smaller word counts. That's true. Westerns, Medical Drama, most Horror, most none-Paranormal YA/NA, those genres do want you to stay around 90k. If that is what the question asker wrote, well, editing is the answer.
I worked as an editor in chief for 16 years. I've seen a lot of manuscripts in my days. Most have the same issue: Long run on passive voice sentences, that could easily be cut down into 3 or 4 easier to read active voice sentences.
USUALLY most writers can remove 10k or more words, without changing the story at all, simply by doing this:
Use find replace to make the following changes:
THOSE are the types of changes editors want when they say something like: "good story, great characters, I like it; tighten up your text and resubmit it".
Those things listed above, THAT is what "tightening your text" means. It doesn't mean cut out scenes, it means, reword those scenes to fewer words, to make them read better.
Yeah. For most writers, that is all you have to do to remove 10kor more words from your novel, without making one single change to the story.
To every body reading this right now, go to your current draft, and try that right now. You'll be amazed, both in how many words you remove AND in how much easier it'll be to read your story, without changing or removing a single scene, sentence, or chapter.
In my experience, being an editor for Horror/Fantasy/Sci-Fi for 16 years, most writers use more words than they need to. They often can say things better with fewer words.
For example:
This:
>>>MC made it back to his village without further incident, but when he arrived, his father was less then happy to see his son dressed in a dress and looking like a daughter instead of a son and immediately began arguing with him, and thus MC never got a chance to mention his encounter with the primary villain or inform the village that the villain's army was travelling only two days outside from the village.
75 words and difficult to read.
Can be edited down to this:
>>>MC arrived at his village without further incident. His father was unhappy to see his son dressed in a dress, looking like a daughter instead of a son. They began arguing. Because of this, MC never mentioned his encounter with the primary villain. Nor informed him, the villain's army was two days outside from the village.
56 words and easier to read.
...without changing the scene or the story, at all.
It really does boil down to: if you know good grammar skills, you'll write better stories with fewer words and be understood better too.
So, yeah, just buy a few high school Grammar & Composition textbooks and spend a few months reading every word and doing all the exercises. It'll do wonders to tighten up the over wordiness issue that many authors suffer from.
And remember, in most standard paperbacks, 150k words is ONLY 300 pages!
A 500+page book is also a +200k word story, and when you start looking around at the new releases in the Fantasy, Historical Romance, the 50 Shade Knock Off genre, Paranormal Romance, War Story genre, Women's Lit genre, and most YA novels, you'll also notice that NONE of them is self published because big box brick and mortar book stores don't shelve self-publishers that's why you don't see self-pubbed books in the real world of actual trade market paperbacks, and you'll also notice a good 80%+ of those books in the above listed genres have page counts of 400+ pages, meaning not one of them has FEWER than 150k words, and most have upwards of 180k words.
You can tell a person who only reads self-pubbed kindle e-editions and never saw a mass-market paperback in an actual bookstore, by what they think the average word count of books is.
Heck, all you have to do is grab yourself a copy of The writer's Market and start reading what trade publishers WANT to see 150k to 180k is the average requested manuscript size more than 90% of big house publishers ask for.
Many Stephen King books are +300k words.
EACH volume of Harry Potter and also the Witcher is between 180k to 230k words
In the past 50 years I've published more than 300 novels, 138 of them for a single series, and the shortest novel I ever wrote was 115k, with most of them being 150k to 180k and often considered TOO SHORT by most the big Random Penguin House type publishers.
Zebra won't even look at anything under 180k for their Historical Romance line (aka The Fabio Bodice Rippers) and prefers +200k
The difference between Fantasy and Epic Fantasy is the LENGTH of the novel, NOT the topic. Fantasy is any Fantasy novel UNDER 150k while EPIC Fantasy is anything OVER 150k and most big house publishers of Epic Fantasy REQUEST +180k
Want to read 80k light novels or long novellas? Get yourself a Harlequin subscription. Everyone of their slim little itty bitty short 100 page reads is EXACTLY 82k words. Also the Cozies (Think those little itty bitty skinny, not thick enough to be a novel, Agatha Christie type Murder Mysteries) are in the 80k range.
You want to read a 50k word book? Head to the middle grade chapter books, Read Nancy Drew, Hardy Boys, Choose Your Own Adventures or Bobbsey Twins.
Want 20k word book: go to the grade 2 to 4 early/easy reader section. Grab yourself some GooseBumps and Bailey School Kids.
There's some word count perspective for you.
A LOT of the people on Reddit's many writing subreddits give really bad advice, that does more harm to new/young writers, largely because a good +80% of the commenters are NOT published authors, have no intention of being published authors, and don't know heads or tails of how the actual publishing industry works.
Unless that advice is coming for a TOR in-house editor, reading your draft and wants to publish it, the advice to cut a 150k draft in half is REALLY bad advice. And in most cases, it's writing advice from people who don't have writing careers and don't have any real concept of how novel writing works.
Now, that's not to say they don't mean well. I think in most cases, they don't know what to say, they want to help the question asker, and they've seen so many others saying "cut the book in half and publish it as 2/3 volumes" that they assume it MUST be good advice if so many others said it, so they just parrot that advice without really knowing how improbable that advice really is.
When all is said and done, I think the writer who is looking to Reddit or any other online place for advice only a publisher should be giving them, probably doesn't know how the publishing industry works and probably,, has bigger issues (like plot and character development) to worry about, than their word counts.
In the end, if the story is good, the plot flows well, the characters are engaging and well developed, most publishers will work with you to get the book published no matter how many words too long or too short the novel is. When it comes to trade publishing, story, plot, and characters are going to trump word counts every time.
Writers SHOULD be worrying about developing good characters and telling a great story, first and foremost. Word counts are far easier to fix than plot holes and flat characters are.
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