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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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.
Psychedelics In A 'High' Fantasy World (No Pun Intended) from worldbuilding
[–]equalsnilToo much skin, not enough bees 1 point 16 days ago
Problem with using real-world plants in a fantasy world is you know some idiot kid's going to read about it in your book then go try to find some.I'd rather go with stuff that's native to that world, or give a real-world plant a native name and never call it by anything else.
Acid/opium are harder to get your hands on than something that might just be growing in your backyard.
And if weed is growing in your backyard, I'm guessing you're familiar enough with its properties that you won't be misled by a fantasy book.
I'm going back through our exchange and realizing I never brought up the big thing that I actually had a problem with: Misrepresenting your pharmaceutical plants is the real problem, not simply having them.
> Acid/opium are harder to get your hands on than something that might just be growing in your backyard.
Clearly you have no clue what either opium or acid are or how they are made.
Both are easily grown in your backyard... and unless you live in a desert where nothing grows, most likely you have both growing wild in your backyard right now....
LSD (acid) is the Fly Agaric Mushroom, plenty in any region that gets rain.
Want LSD?
Wait for it to rain. Head to the forest an hour after the rain stops. Look around fallen logs. Lick the mushroom cap, dance around with pink frogs and jump over rainbows and hope you live through the night. You probably won't. It's deadly. Most people who try acid are dead within 15 minutes.

LSD is illegal because you have about an 80% chance of dropping dead with in 15 minutes of trying it.
LSD is the most psychedelic of the psychedelic drugs. It'll send you to the moon in eye popping neon colours, riding flying pink llamas all the way.
LSD is one of the most dangerous and most deadly drugs out there.
LSD is also one of the easiest drugs to find. Head to any forest, swamp, fallen log, etc with in a few hours after the rain. You'll find it popping up everywhere.
You'll also probably be dead by morning if you try it.
Processed LSD is much safer with only a 70% chance of dying minutes after taking it.
Among high class socialites, aristocrats, and eccentric poets, LSD became a socially acceptable drink known simply as "Faerie Wine" around the turn of the century.
To make Faerie Wine is a simple process that'll take you only about 3 hours. It's a process of boiling the mushrooms into Faerie Wine, with the help of an herb called PennyRoyal, a whole lot of vodka, and then dripping it one drop at a time over a sugar cube.
You boil the herbs until it produces a neon green liquid, then strain it clear, then mix it at about 1 parts green liquid to 3 parts vodka.
In 1920s France, LSD was sold as a funny looking green wine called Absinthe aka Faerie Wine aka The Flaming Green Fairy aka the Green Faerie...
Note that most Absinthe commercially made today no longer has LSD/Fly Agaric Mushroom in it, and is just PennyRoyal and Vodka; though "home brewed", "moonshine", or "bootlegged" versions might still use LSD in it.

In the 1970s the most common way to get it was to buy it already processed, and then the liquid sprayed onto paper sheets made out of cornstarch, which you popped under your tongue and let dissolve.
Today the most common way to get it, is via sugar cubes.
Usually the way to tell an actual sugar cube from LSD, is that LSD will be decorated with little pink flowers on top.
You then mix the sugar cubes with Absinthe aka Faerie Wine via dripping the wine a drop at a time over the sugar cube, which sits on a slotted spoon on a glass of water, then drink the water after all of the cube is dissolved in it.
> Acid/opium are harder to get your hands on than something that might just be growing in your backyard.
Opium is the common "California Poppy" grown in every front yard, window box, and butterfly garden in America. I dare you to walk down your own street and NOT find at least 10 houses with it in the yard. Heck, check your grandma's flower garden, she's probably got crops of opium.
Opium, contrary to popular urban myth, is NOT illegal in America. Like drinking beer, it is illegal to DRIVE while using opium. Were opium illegal, you would not be able to buy it at WalMart or grow the plants in your yard.
Some states have a limit to how much opium you are allowed to have in your blood, most don't. A few states have a limit on how many poppy plants you can grow in your yard. Most don't.
No state regulates the sale of opium incense, which is perfectly legal to own and burn, and is no different then smoking an opium pipe.
What is illegal, is NOT opium itself, but Opium BY-PRODUCTS, such as medical use prescription Narcotic drugs and Heroine.
Didn't know opium was NOT illegal... check the laws. You might be surprised what you find.

Opium flowers, aka poppies grow wild in 3/4s of all the National and State parks in America. Can be found wild in every field and forest from the Atlantic to the Pacific. The poppy plant is in fact one of the single most common wild plants in the country and can be seen growing on nearly every road side of almost every street in the country. Because it is so easy to grow, it is often used by state/town/city governments as "a beautifying plant" planted in city parks, in islands between lanes on highways, and alone curbs.
What kind of opium do you want to make?
Opium Tears aka Raw Opium aka Opium Resin: make 3 cuts in the poppy pod, wait a couple of days for the resin tears to form, then scrap them off. These can be burned in pipes, burned as incense, or boiled to make tea. In the medical world, this is the most common ingredient of over the counter cough medicine and sleep aids such as Nigh-Quil or Children's Tylenol Cough Syrup.
The difference between over the counter cough medicine and prescription cough medicine, is the higher dose of opium per ounce in the prescription cough medicine.
Opium Tea: take the stem of the flower. Dry it for a couple of hours at 200 degrees in your oven. Store stems in cool dark place. Whenever you want tea, cut off about 3 inches of stem and steep it in boiling water.
Heroine is simply opium that's been processed by chemical means in a lab. Heroine is a by-product of the cough syrup industry.
Lacking in opium plants? Go to your nearest WalMart - take 3 cups of standard poppy seeds from the spice rack. Grind it to powder. Instant Opium powder for use in any hooka. Dissolve in water, now you have vapor in your hooka.
Did you know that eating 2 poppy lemon muffins is enough to put you over the limit for opium in your blood, and be arrested for taking opium, should you get stopped by the police while driving, within 2 hours of having eaten said poppy lemon muffin (found at every donut shop in the country)?

Want to burn opium incense? Your local WalMart sells it in the candle aisle, and you can buy it bulk on Amazon.
I grew up with drug dealers. You probably noticed by my higher then average inside knowledge of the art of making drugs.
>Problem with using real-world plants in a fantasy world is you know some idiot kid's going to read about it in your book then go try to find some.
Really?
You're not gonna write Fantasy novels any more because some idiot parents expects us authors to be babysitting nurse maids to the children they haven't got to time to raise themselves?
All this I listed on this page, by the way, is information any 10 year old can access with a single search on Google, Bing or Yahoo. Wikipedia goes so far as to give detailed instructions on how to process every drug you can image.... the chances of a kid testing drugs because of something they read in a Fantasy novel are very slim when compared to the chances of them testing those same drugs after browsing Google or Wikipedia, which they have much easier access to then a Fantasy novel.
I think it's a lost cause to worry about such things in novels, given they have far easier access to info on making drugs just via Wikipedia.
My feelings on it are that for us as authors, it is best for us to write our novels, hope parents have the decency to raise their kids with morals, and add a disclaimer in the front of the books for parents who haven't got enough sense to raise kids with morals.

When in dought, slap a disclaimer on your book to cover your ass, because if a kid does try drugs and the parents does decide to blame you and your novel, then at least you have that disclaimer printed in your book to show the judge in court, to point out to the judge: "See? I clearly stated right here that all references in this novel were purely fictional, were intended only for use by Elves, and not intended to be tested our on real live Humans."
I actually write Psychedelic Fantasy - the main character (Quaraun) is an opium addict, his primary lover (Unicorn) is a candy maker (chemist/drug dealer), and his secondary lover (GhoulSpawn) is an LSD addict.
Quaraun is usually very mellowed out and kind of drifts along mindlessly through novels. It's difficult to get him angry. It's also often difficult to get him to stand up or due to the way opium reacts when mixed with LSD, in many cases it is often even more difficult to get him to realize that he's not standing up.
Quaraun's mellowed out drifting through life is the opium, which he often is unaware he has taken, as BoomFuzzy the Unicorn, puts opium (among other things) in his eggnog, which Quaraun drinks every night before bed. Because Quaraun isn't actively taking drugs himself and is rather being drugged on a not consistent basis by Unicorn, you see him having wild mood swings with frantic terrified fits of night terrors that are absolutely horrific for both Quaraun and the people around him who are witnessing it. Opium has some of the worse withdrawal symptoms of any drug out there and they are displayed very accurately in the Quaraun series.
GhoulSpawn is high strung, nervous, twitchy, flustered, stammered when he talks, and is often in a dazed, confused state not always knowing when or where he is. GhoulSpawn is an LSD addict. His brain is seriously fried, he rarely is sure where he is, where he's been, what he's doing, or who he's talking to, and he also sees strange Elf-eating pink animals chasing him everywhere he goes. GhoulSpawn is quick to run, always seeing nightmares chasing him, even when awake.
GhoulSpawn chases a high that gets farther away with each trip. His delights of the first time, are ever consumed by the terrifying madness of each time following the last.
Unlike most fiction that portrays trips as endless joyful highs, the Quaraun series portrays LSD trips as they really are... continually getting worse with each new trip. Continually destroying his mind. Continually damaging his brain a little bit more each time.
Early in the series you see GhoulSpawn as an intelligent young man with aptitude for science and great potential. But you see him start LSD young, while still a teenager. You see him injured, and try LSD, discover it takes away his pain, so takes more, and more, and more, and more...
Late in the series, you see GhoulSpawn, an older man, barely able to communicate coherently. Suffering from paranoias and delusions... even when not high... because the brain damage caused by prolonged LSD use which now mimics advance stages of schizophrenia.
Throughout the series, you see both GhoulSpawn and Quaraun, drifting through life, not fully able to control their fates, often becoming victims of deviate men, because drugs have weakened their mental ability to make decisions.
The Quaraun series is Dark Fantasy of the GrimDark style, meaning it gets darker and darker and darker as the series continues.
The series shows drugs as they really are... toxic poisons that are used to bring short lived delights, followed by a lifetime of horrifically bad side effects that grow worse every day.
While Quaraun and Unicorn are from the 1400s and are using raw drugs mixed in old school methods, GhoulSpawn is teenager from the 1970s. His first car (which he brings with him to the past) is an orange 1974 AMC Gremlin that was abandoned by hippies fleeing police. The car is stashed full of LSD. The combination of the car, the LSD, and his being a Dungeon Master results in him becoming a time traveller and being stuck in the 1400s with Quaraun and Unicorn and a car that most 1400s folk mistake for being a monster.
Quaraun and GhoulSpawn are both High Elves (Quaraun being a Moon Elf and GhoulSpawn being a Sun Elf) while BoomFuzzy is a Faerie Horse (a Phooka which is similar to a Kelpie and is a type of Unicorn).
While the Faerie himself rarely uses the drugs he makes, he is a trickster Fae and finds great fun in watch his two High Elf companions go out of their heads (either from taking too much of something or from going too long without something and sinking into absolutely insane withdrawal fits of hysteria.)
Both of the High Elves are jittery, paranoid, prone to panic attacks, and have hallucinations on a frequent basis, all of which are side effects of the drugs they are on.
GhoulSpawn is constantly giving Quaraun sugar cubes, which Quaraun doesn't realize are drugs and thinks are candy.
Nearly every novel in the Quaraun series includes a scene with at least one of the 3 of them making or using drugs, and nearly always spells out step by step, very accurate instructions on how to grow, find, harvest, and make said drugs.
The actual recipe for BoomFuzzy's Eggnog can be found in Summoner of Darkness. If you ever tried to actually make it, you'd probably be dead before you reached the bottom of the glass.
One thing you see in the series is the after effects. Not only do you see the "fun time" side highs of drugs, you also see the psychological terror that that comes the next day with the crashing downs. You see the brief ups and the long, terrifying spirals down.
The books also contain a "Rated M18+ for Mature Readers Only" note on the front covers, and on the copyright page is a disclaimer, stating not to use drugs and that "the situations are fiction for entertainment only" and are "not to be tried at home".
In spite of people (local Saco Ward LDS church leaders - who are themselves drug dealers and drug addicts and are where I learned so much inside info about drugs) saying the books are M rated for being Erotica, you are actually hard pressed to find a sex scene in the series. Only about 1 in every 5 volumes has a sex scene.
The series is actually rated M for it's drug use.

I'd also like to think that my readers were smart enough to know that Elves are fictional characters, known for being immune to toxins that would kill a Human, and that my readers were smart enough to notice that the only people in the Quaraun series who use drugs are in fact the High Elves, and that the very reason they are called "High Elves" by the other Elves, is not because they are aristocrats, but rather because they are drug addicts and are always very high.
I mean, yeah, sure we could censure everything we write, but if we did that, there would be no Romance Novels, no Murder Mysteries, no War Dramas, no Medical Dramas, no Super Hero comic books, no Horror novels, no Erotica, and every book would be grade school picture books.... heck, even Disney would be a no-no, just look at how violent Donald Duck is, and Uncle Scrooge with his Nutmeg tea? All the Disney villains would be out...
You did know Uncle Scrooge McDuck was a drug addict right? Never noticed it before? Go back and read the Carl Barks original editions. Pay attention to the weird things Scrooge sees that no one else does. Notice that every time he sees something freaky, he was drinking nutmeg tea in the previous panel.
Heck, read the story when there is a crop failure in nutmeg and he goes into withdrawal then flies to the Amazon to buy a nutmeg farm.
Disney comics and cartoons are riddled with references to drug use.
No... it's not OUR jobs to to raise other people's children. It's the parents' job to know what their kids are doing and take responsibility for their own parenting, not blame their lack of parenting on books, movies, and video games.
I say: just write you book, put a disclaimer in the front page, and know that you are not some other parents' babysitter. Heck, go ahead and say in the disclaimer:
"This book includes graphic drug use and is not intended for readers under the age of 18. Please remember that I'm an author, not your babysitter. Please be a responsible parent and know where your kids are, who they are with, what they are doing, and don't let them read books like this one you are holding right now."
This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.
All Rights Reserved.
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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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