Happy 2026!
It is our 30th anniversary here at Space Dock 13!
On the web since 1996!
You have encountered an extremely old website that continues to exist in old web ways, the same way it has done for now three decades.
In spite of being now 30 years old this year, started in 1996, it is still heavily active and old pages updated daily, new pages added daily, still now in 2026. All hand written, all hand coded (no AI), all by me, same as it ever was.
We Still Exist: The Old Web Did Not Go Away, You Just Forgot How To Find Us
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Having started out in life as a GeoCities site, this site contains glitter, bright colours, blinkies, moving gifs, and other things the old web was known for. |
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If you want some stories to get you started in The Pink Necromancer series, reading these first will give you a good introduction to the 3 main characters:
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My Elves Are JellyFish...and I asked Google AI and ChatGPT 5.6 what they thought of this.
As requested, my daily writing prompt series is now available print paperback editions on Amazon.
There are 20 volumes of this writing prompt series currently planned and in varying stages of finishing, hopefully all 20 will be published by the end of 2026. I likely will do a 2nd series of writing prompt books in 2027.
The first of the Visual Novels/Video Games for The Adventures of Quaraun the Inane/The Pink Necromancer series is published and available on Itch.io, there are 3 more planned for release in 2026, 6 more planned for release in 2027, and the big 60-hour 80k word 150 page one (Quaraun Goes To the Fair) is planned for a 2028 release.
There is a Pink Necromancer card game and a Pink Necromancer board game, as well as a Pink Necromancer table top RPG supliment for Dungeons and Dragons, all in the works, and to be released over the next couple of years as well.
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Update Sept 3, 2026:
I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.
I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy.
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update sept 7, 2026
"You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me?
I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking.
So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me.
see video below for more information:
@eelkat "You would not make a good teacher"... what does that mean, and why are there so many people on Railroad Ave and Western Ave and Cutts St why walk up to me and say that to me? I find it very confusing. I have low functioning Autism (the Rain Man type) and so i have very little understanding of words beyond the basic ones, and i never went to to school, so I never learned maths or sciences, and I only had remedial classes at Southern Maine Community College, because I did not have an education to enroll with regular, I was there taking every reading and writing class they had to learn how to read and write, and also took speaking classes to learn how to talk (i spoke Shetland Scottish language because that was language my grandmother spoke but she died when I was 8 so I only knew that language to speak and write, and I was 37 when I went to college and 42 when I learned English speaking and I still cant speak English good yet), all the other classes I took were art painting and cooking. So the phrase "You would not make a good teacher" makes no sense to me because it seems to imply that I am trying to be a teacher, but I don't have anything close to the education ti be a teacher, and im not trying to be a teacher. So I don't know why people keep saying this phrase to me and I assume it must have some sort of a slang meaning, but I can't figure out what it could be of why do these people keep saying it to me. #mainelife #biddefordmaine #maine #disabilitytiktok #Biddeford ♬ original sound Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
update Sept 15, 2026:
I have some slight movement in some my fingers again again after over a decade being paralyzed
you remember how I used to be a professional doll making, pattern designer, and embroiderer, back before I became paralized and before my son was murdered and being the backhoe drove over my house?
all my equipment, sewing machines, ect were all destroyed by the backhoe driving over my house, and I have been quardepelegic for over a decade because of it so could not use my hands to sew or draw or embroider, and so only continued to do my writing of novels since then because I could do that with dragon dictation software,
well, since 2016, I been playing Witcher 3 and don't starve video games on twitch livestream, one hand two fingers, as part of my therapy to regain nerve and muscle use of my fingers, and now after 10 years of that, I have somewhat more movement in my fingers and im thinking maybe I can try to do embroidery and doll making again, but not sure, anyways, now im rebuying all of my sewing and embroidery equipment that the backhoe destroyed when it drove over my house, and hopefully I can use my hand enough to embroider again.
waiting for stuff to arrive in mail, so soon I should find out if ten years of twitch gaming has given me enough muscle strength to use my fingers to embroider again.
update to the previous video, answering viewer question about lack of hospital vs broken spine
Wheelchair Fundraiser... I need to upgrade to a power wheelchair, the manual one just isn't enough anymore. But the power wheelchair is $25k. Yes, twenty five thousand dollars. Wtf? I can get a car for a quarter that price, why are wheelchairs so damned expensive? That's more money then I make in five years, so I need to start a fundraiser for it.
I am answering random questions today about world building, over on Reddit and decided to take my answers from there and expand upon them even further over here. So that's what this page is. Me rambling on about various aspects of world building techniques I use when writing the Quaraun series. The questions I am answering are embedded here. Clicking the link in the embedded question will take you to the original Reddit page where you can see the original answer along with other people's answers. If you wish to comment, you can do so on the Reddit page where a place to do so is provided.
I actual use this!
My main character is a Necromancer. Necromancy in this world is rare and forbidden, because of a backstory involving a Necromancer who had slaughtered entire cities in his attempts to discover how to resurrect people. He (a Faerie) spends 2,000 years doing this, then dies.
In the last decade of his life, he gave up on the idea of resurrecting people, to live out his last days with his lover, a young Elf wizard (who was unaware the Faerie was in fact the Necromancer in question).
The 2 had planned to live together a long time, but a rival Necromancer arrives and attacks the Faerie. He dies of his injuries a few weeks later.
During those last few weeks, his young Elf wizard lover becomes frantic to save the dying Faerie and, starts casting a lot of very advanced spells that he really has no business attempting because he's no got the skill required to do so. However in the process of doing this scatterbrained panicked, cast every spell he can get his hands on, he inadvertently discovers how to resurrect the dead.
Unfortunately, the way to do it, is at a terrible price.
He has a wife and four children. He does not care about his wife at all (arranged marriage) and she has he lovers and he has his, but he deeply loves his children...however, he loves his lover more then anything else.
The reason no one before him was able to resurrect any one is because they read the spells wrong.... the instructions said only "that a sacrifice was required" and thus every one was sacrificing everything and every one they could think of.... but it meant an ACTUAL sacrifice - and exchange.... to resurect someone, you first had to love them enough to exchange their life with the life of someone else you loved. The reason being to resurrect someone requires putting a living soul in their dead body.
He becomes the first person to successfully resurrect someone, because he murders his 4 children, and uses their souls to resurrect his dead lover.
The side effect of this however, is it totally destroys his mind. The guilt of what he did (killing his children) haunts him for the rest of his life and he's never able to be happy with his undead lover because he begins to regret having killed his children. It tears him apart emotionally, and it's his descent into madness that is the primary plot of the story...
But what effect does his discovery have on the world?
It changes everything. He becomes both the most sought after and most feared wizard. He suddenly has the law hunting him down for murder and at the same time he has throngs of people hunting him down begging him to bring back their loved ones... parents, children, siblings, lovers, spouses... people flock to him, desperate for him to follow them back to their village to resurrect their dead.
He tries to explain to them the terrible price they have to pay to bring back a loved one, but they either don't understand or refuse to believe it. Some thinking he's just holding out for more money.
At one point he gets kidnapped by an army, because the commanding officer becomes convinced that if the wizard resurrects their dead soldiers, they'll win the war.
Every where he goes, he ends up getting beaten up or put in prison, often by people hell bent on torturing him to get him to resurrect people for them.
He refuses to resurrect another person, telling them that he CAN'T resurrect THEIR loved ones because THEY have to do it themselves by murdering someone else whom they love just as much. He can't do the sacrifice for them, they have to do it themselves.
The whole thing is made worse however, because he has his lover back, but in the end, the Faeries was suffering so bad from his injuries that he commit suicide to end his pain. But then, now he's been resurrected as a Lich.... but his mind is "stuck" in those last few days of his death, his mind replaying the last week of life over and over again, and so, he's continually reaching a point of suicide again and again. The result is he kills himself all over again every few days. The wizard is now forced to watch his lover die over and over again for eternity. Being a Lich, the lover wakes up the next day and starts the process all over again until he kills himself again.
This side effect was something no one expected.
As it turns out, you can not fully resurrect someone back to their "original" state, but rather you resurrect them back to how they was the day they died.
He was old, blind, wounded, depressed, and suicidal, and so, now he's resurrected stuck in that states.
So when people come to the wizard asking him to resurrect someone, he tells them: "If you resurrect them, you'll be condemning them to hell. They'll suffer for eternity and they'll grow to hate you. You've no idea the suffering you will put upon them if you bring them back. Let them move on in peace."
In the end, he learns the hard way, why Necromancy was outlawed, why all tomes that contained resurrection spells were destroyed, and that resurrecting some one comes with great sacrifices and terrible consequences.

>They will make a religion around the guy that manages it, then fight wars over thousands of years.
In mine they did.
The Necromancer has a group of very Lovecraftian-type Cultists chasing him around now, believing that he is an Elder Brain Chaos Demon God from ancient times back on Earth. They are lead by a guy who thinks he's a Necromancer but isn't, and most of the group is made up of squid-headed aliens from Neptune's moon. (Basically they think he's God and want to worship him.)
At the same time he's also got a group of Evangelical-style "Christian"-types chasing after him, saying he's an evil demonic beast come to destroy humanity. They are bordering on being the Westboro Baptist Church, in their levels of kill-everything-that-moves-because-it's-not-us hysteria. (Basically they believe he's Satan incarnate and so they want to kill him.)
In the novel I'm working on right now, a 3rd religion has popped up....I'm still fleshing it out so have no clear direction for them yet. All I know so far is that they are divided into 8 mini-sects that can not agree on the proper way to worship and fight over the tiniest details. They are basically a group of snobs who have no clue what their religion teaches and focus on tiny insignificant details (like who is supposed to wear, what colour hat on which day.)
> I guess that would depend on how resurrection happens: What is the process?
It took him several years of meditation, focus, rituals (think Enochan Ceremonial High Magic of sigals and carvings and scrolls type of rituals), along with potions (to prepare the dead body, to prepare himself, to prepare the sacrifices, etc.), psychedelic drugs (to allow him to see into the realm of the dead and bring his lover's soul back to the world of the living), poison (to put his children into a comatose sleep so they wouldn't know he was killing them), building a golem (to house the souls of the dead, and fuse to the decaying body to prevent it's further decay).
The process took several years to complete, and it had terrible physical, emotional, and mental side effects. It crippled his sanity, crushed him with guilt, and destroyed his physical health leaving him weak and sickly. He never recovered any of the side effects and has no psychical strength, and his immune system was practically destroyed.
The amount of stress it had on his body physically is indicative that a person would likely not live through the process of resurrecting more then 2 or 3 people, even if they could mentally go through the process a second time (which is unlikely.)
>Is is time consuming or expensive?
Very time consuming, as detailed above.
Not very expensive as most items needed were pretty common.
It's time consuming to the point most Humans would not live long enough to do the entire ritual (as the person has to be resurrected on the 100th year after their death and be resurrected by the person who loved them the most.) That and the fact that most Humans are fickle and will replace the dead person in a year's time, make it very uncommon.

>Does it regenerate the body?
Only to the point just before death.
His lover was old and nearly blind. Upon being resurrected, he is still old and nearly blind.
And because he commit suicide, that also means that in the days before he died he was deeply depressed and suicidal, thus now that he's resurrected, he is still deeply depressed and suicidal and is now killing himself over and over again, pretty much every day, but now that he's a Lich he just resurrects automatically after each death, so he's now stuck in a viscous circle of dying and coming back to life.
He ends up reaching a point of going mad and killing himself over and over again, just to see if he can find a way to kill himself and not come back to life. He starts going out of his why to find progressively crazier, more off the wall ways to die, in hopes that "this time I'll stay dead", but he now that he's been resurrected he simple can not die and stay dead.
>Does it reverse aging?
No. If you die old, you come back old. You come back the same as you died. Thus why he is trying to kill himself, because he was sick, suffering, and in pain the weeks leading up to his death.
>Can anyone do it?
The wizard himself has said anyone could do it, that it does not require magic, as it is a process of rituals, meditations, potions, golem building, and blood sacrifice. No actual magic was involved in the process.
(NOTE: Magic in his world, is the manipulation of energy. Only the priests/wizards are truly magical and spend two or three centuries training and learning to manipulate the world around them. Wizards are feared for their ability to control the weather, cast illusions, and call up the dead which is different from resurrection - it means creating a shambling dead/zombie minion. to go kill your enemy, then promptly falls over and goes back to rotting - it is simply reanimating a corpse by use of magic and is not resurrection of actual life. All magic is done by mind control and requires intense focus. Wizards meditate for hours, sometimes days on end to absorb the mental energy of those around them and harness the life force of those around them to control anything and everything that is their will to control. While Humans are able to learn some of the skills of wizards, the life span of a Human is too short to allow them to learn any advanced magic skills. Elves live about 500 years and have much more time to study magic. Also, Elves have the inborn psychic powers that allow them to learn magic faster. Thus why Elves are proficient in magic.)
Because of what magic is, no magic was used to resurrect his lover and thus, he claims any one can do it, and in fact the only way it can be done is if it is done by the person who most loves the person who is dead.
He also points out that the resurrection will only work if you truly deeply love the person you are resurrecting and that true love is the primary ingredient of the ritual. Without love, the resurrection will not work.
>Can there be collective resurrections or 1 ritual = 1 resurrection?
I am uncertain as I have no explored this possibility. At this point it is 1 ritual = 1 resurrection, but it may be possible to mass resurrect, I don't know. That's something to look into for a future novel I suppose.
>Does it incur any other penalties for any of the people involved?
Those mentioned above.
The physical strain on his health nearly killed him, and he's an Elf. Elves are hardier the Humans, they can withstand a lot. If a Human tried to do the ritual, they may very likely die in the process before resurrecting their loved one.
This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
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Do you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Avenue, Old Orchard Beach, Maine on August 8, 2013? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son on November 14, 2013 at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me July 26, 2016 at scarborough WalMart,... they arrived the first time with a backhoe on August 8, 2013, that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since....
... which means it is now only a few weeks from the 14th anniversary of my son's murder. I was 8 month pregnant November 14, 2013, and a student ay SMCC, and coming out of the Buglight Lighthouse art studio after art class, when a still unidentifiedwoman wielding a golf club attacked me, severed my spine, while I was 8 months pregnant, triggered early labour, then killed my son minutes after he was born.
While accusing me of being transgender, screaming "transvestite freak" and "look at that thing, that's Ken's son in a dress"... while I was 8 months pregnant.
My house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine, July 4, 2013, photo taken because we had just finished building a baby room on the back. vs My house August 8, 2013, when the same group of people (yes group, the golf club woman was not alone when she attacked November 14, 2013, nor was she alone with her second attack July 2016.) who murdered my son and crippled me, arrived the first time with a backhoe that they used to drive over my house, during a time of day that I normally was home asleep... I had to work a different shift at the Waffle Cone Pizza Food Truck at George's Parking Lot by Bill's Pizza at the OBB Peir, that day, otherwise, I too would be at the bottom of a landfill, along with my house and everything I owned that was also in the house. I was 5 months pregnant at the time and have been homeless for just under 14 years, homeless ever since. |
The backhoe driver returned November 14, 2013, armed with a golf club, used it to break my spine and smash my baby's brains out on the ground
On November 14, 2013, my son was murdered. I was 8 months pregnant, leaving my college classroom, and just getting into my car, when 3 strangers, a man and two women, armed with golf clubs leapt out from behind my car screaming "kill or be killed, kill the transvestite freaks, kill them all before they kill us! look at that thing! That is Ken's son, look at how it's dressed! kill the transvestite freaks! kill or be killed"... while the bald man and the red haired woman chanted this over and over, the blonde woman, lunged with the golf club.
She severed my spine, I am now a quadriplegic, and been paralyzed arms and legs, and in a wheelchair for 13 years now. She broke my hips, my knees, my legs, ruptured most of my discs, and shattered three of my vertebrae so bad that the shards of bone acted like glass and embedded themselves into my spinal column nerve bundle.
The attack also triggered labour.
My son was born in that parking lot, and he lived only a couple of minutes, before the deranged blonde woman, beat his head in and smashed his brains out, with the same golfclub she had just used to sever my spine and leave me crippled for the rest of my life.
Realizing that I was not transgender, and they'd just murdered a baby, the man grabbed the 2 women and forcibly dragged them away to a 4 door white pickup truck, and they left me there to die.
The FBI told me later, that a few weeks before this attack, and transwoman, had murdered a cis woman, in a parking lot, abou 20 miles away from where I was attacked. The FBI, believes that my attackers, had somehow found out I wrote transgender fiction, connecting my real name to my penname, (my father's name is in fact "Ken", and I do have a brother) and believed that I wrote transgender fiction, because I was myself transgender, even though I'm not transgender. The FBI, believes the attackers, thought I was my brother, pretending to be a woman.
The FBI investigation, into my son's murder, has dragged on for 13 years, and still now in 2026, continues on, with the FBI, still not having yet identified my attackers, and only guessing at what their motive was.
Thus we come to 2014, and the full swing change of the series I write. WHY my series, went from just a transman main character living life, to the full blown Mpreg genre series that it now is today.
Before the attack, I had a chance of having a baby. I don't know. And because I'm in America, I'm too old to adopt. You have to be under 45 years old to adopt a baby. That is the law in America. I was informed this, when we tried to adopt, now that my injuries leave me unable to get pregnant a 9th time.
Thus began my obsessively writing, my transman main character, pregnant. Always pregnant now. Every time. Every story. Stories that now fully focus on pregnancy, labour, miscarriages, babies dying, babies living, raising babies... the whole series, since 2014 has devolved into an outright baby obsession.
Meanwhile, reborn baby dolls were suggested to me by my therapist, and have also become a deeply obsessive part of my life. Because 13 years ago my son was murdered minutes after he was born, because a transphobic bigot mistook me for being transgender, I'm STILL in a wheelchair, struggling to relearn to use my arms and legs, now 13 years later, and I'm still DAILY dealing with police officers and FBI agents who while they are trying to find my son's killer, they are also daily reminding me... oh, yeah, my son was murdered, literally ripped out of my belly, by a transphobe. Who still has not been located and walks free to kill again.
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The golfclub woman as she looked during the golf club attack at Southern Maine community college November 14, 2013. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The golfclub woman as she looked during the shopping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart July 26, 2016. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
The 2nd woman as she looked at both attacks, her hair goes all the way down to her knees. She is about 20 to 30 years older then me and would be around 75 to 85 years old now in 2026. If you have any information about the identity of this child murderer's accomplice, please call FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 |
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
I am a legally blind quadriplegic, and low verbal, I have also published 138 novels in the last 48 years. It's not as impossible as people think. The problem being blind and quadriplegic, medically have different meanings then how those two words are used medically.
Fewer than 3% of all blind people see nothing. While 97% people who are classified as fully blind are able to see up to two feet in front of them. Legally blind means I can see more then two feet in front of me but not far enough to see twenty feet in front of me. In my case I can see about eight feet.
Quadriplegic, has varying levels, it means having a damaged nerve bundle in the spinal column causing limited mobility of all 4 limbs, (in my case this was done by a women wielding a golf club, who also beat my 8 month infant's head to pulp on the parking lot tarmak, at the same time she severed my spine with the same golf club; both on November 14, 2013; the FBI investigation into my son's murder and my being crippled has gone on now for 13 years, a few weeks away from 14 years now, and the FBI has still not identified the killer or her motive). Contrary to popular misconception, quadriplegic does NOT mean ZERO movement, it means means limited movement, specifically in means unable to lift arms over head, unable to grip fingers around objects to pick them up, and unable to stand for more then 5 minutes to a time. Because there are so many thousands of nerves in each limb it is actually very rare for there to be 100% no movement, but how much, and to what extent varies by patent depending upon the specific point of injury to the spinal column.
Meaning typing is still possible for over 60% of all quadriplegics.
In my case, it was the lower spine that was severed, cutting off completly my ability to move my right leg, leaving limited feeling in my left leg, and an ability to stand but not walk, with crutches, for the first 9 years. I regained enough nerve growth in my legs by the 9th year to be able to take ten or twelve steps allowing me to get out of bed for the first time since the golf club attack; This in turn lead to me being able to start using a wheelchair, as I was able to sit upright for the first time as well.
Because the shattered vertebrae bone fragments are broken off completly and embedded into the nerve bundle just above my tailbone, doctors were saying I would never walk again, but now at 13 years, I am able to push mu wheelchair like a walker, a distance of almost a thousand steps a day. Though doctors are still doubtful I will ever walk "normally" again, I have proven them wrong, when their said 13 years ago, that I would never walk again at all.
But because of the placement of the damage to my spine, regaining hand use, was always thought possible, it was just a matter of waiting long enough for nerve regrowth, along side daily finger exercises. I was able to continue writing, after becoming quadriplegic, because I still have use of my right thumb, and 2 fore figures of my right hand. And can type 90 words per minute with those 3 fingers.
I however have no wrist strength, elbow strength, or shoulder strength, so I am not able to form a fist, or lift objects, or brush my hair, or my teeth, all thing I have to have my caretaker do. But, those things are not needed for typing. Unfortunately, my pinky and ring fingers are "nerve dead" and drag over the keyboard, and cause horrific spelling errors and typos, which are incredibly frustrating to deal with.
Unfortunately trying to edit errors myself, just makes the errors worse, because those same two fingers drag over the keyboard yet again. Prior to the golf club attack, I rarely had spelling errors; now I got more spelling errors then someone is learning English as second language. Editing is a challenge, that I've had to accept, I simply can not do myself, and I have to hire several editors to help with that.
Low verbal means sounds can still be made, sounds that software programs like Dragon can be trained to recognize and translate, and type into full words. More then half my novels were typed with this method.
I still have a long ways to go before I am anything close to being able to do the things I could do before the golf club woman beat my baby's brains out and shattered my spine. And you know what's more frustrating then how slow mu medical progression has been? The fact that it's been 13 years and the police and FBI are still coming up at dead ends as to who the woman who murdered my baby was, or why she even did it.
My son's 14th birthday is only a few weeks away, but he didn't even get to live long enough to celebrate his 1st birthday, I don't even know why. And I can't wait to regain my ability to walk again, because regaining my ability to walk, means gaining the ability to go outside and start looking for my son's murderer myself instead of sitting at home trapped in a wheelchair waiting for the police and FBI to to find her. So, writing isn't a big priority for me anymore. I only write now, as a way to exercise my hands, in between relearning to walk.
Never let a disability stop you. Plenty of writers, artists, athletes, do not let either blindness, speech impediments, or limited mobility hold then back from perusing their careers.
Do you know who these two woman who crippled me and murdered my baby, at Southern Maine Community College at 10PM on November 14, 2013, are, and what their connection to the backhoe that drove over my house is? If you have any information, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
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