USEDwriters-scammers

Where are the writers who love writing? 
Does no one just write for the sake of having fun writing anymore?
A rant about writers who hate writing, and can’t stop writing about how much they hate writing. If you HATE writing so much, why the fuck are you writing about how much you hate writing? Do something you love to do instead of bitching about doing things you don’t want to do to begin with — no one is forcing you to write, so if you hate writing, just don’t write!



By Wendy C Allen

f you are here looking for aliens, ufos, demons, cryptids, haunted cars, curses, Etiole, the wild man of old orchard beach, the goldeneagle car, the white monkey, or any of that other weird bullshit, you want this video:



...and after that video, you want these ones:

eelkat_red_scarf.jpgWendy Christine Allen, 2019, able to sit up in a chair for the first time in years, and able to raise up my arm and wiggle fingers. This was when I started playing Witcher 3 on Twitch as part of my physical therapy to regain finger movement. Playing Witcher 3 daily from 2016 to 2019, is how I regained the use of my thumb and two for fingers on my right hand... it is also why I stopped playing Witcher 3 in 2019, once I had strengthen my two forefingers enough to start typing again.

Wendy Christine Allen, Old Orchard Beach's Autistic Author, Artist, Illustrator, & Art Car Designer

Counting Down to the September 23, 2028 50th Anniversary of my first published book (September 23, 1978)

If you are here looking for The Twighlight Manor series, The Crystonite Wars series, The Wild Years series, The White Rock Asylum for the Criminally Insane series, The Twisted Tales series, the Captured By a MerMan series, The Space Dock 13 series, The Kats of Planet Ptarmagin series, the stories about Miss Citten the Eel-Kat, or the stories about Etiole... ALL of those series were combined and consolidated into The Adventures of Quaraun the Insane Pink Necromancer series in 2014, so ALL the different series, are now under one series title.

List of the published titles still in print:

The Index of over three thousand stories in The Pink Necromancer series

What the series is about, for those new here:

The introduction to The Pink Necromancer Series. 

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:

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.

Coming soon (Nov/Dec 2026)... patterns for my slow stitched embroidery:

BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-kelpie-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art2
BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-cooney-rabbit-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art
BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-nuckalavee-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art4
12-dancing-princesses-trow-king-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art
BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-kelpie-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art14
green-witch-faerie-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art
BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-enchanted-pony-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art4
BoomFuzzy-scottish-phooka-faerie-nuckalavee-form-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art7
fishing-village-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art7
mermaid-Wendy-C-Allen-felt-embroidery-art7

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.

I shouldn't have to say this, but people keep contacting me, so apparently I do:

  • No, I do not believe in aliens. Stop contacting me to ask for alien information. If you believe in aliens, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, my car is not haunted. I've debunked that rumour many times now. . Stop contacting me to ask for haunted car information. If you believe in haunted cars, I think you are insane, retarded, or both.
  • No, I am not connected to Stephen King. I didn't even know who he was until you idiots started contacting me asking about him. I had to look him up on Google to find out what you were even talking about! If you have questions about Stephen King, go contact him and ask him. I'm not him. I don't know him. I know nothing about him. I've never read one of his books. I've never seen one of his movies. I can't figure out why you people are even coming to me to ask about him in the first place!
  1. If someone told you I believe in aliens, if someone told you my car was haunted, if someone told you I was connected to Stephen King, you NEED to contact the FBI agent in charge of my son's murder investigation and TELL HIM WHO it was who told ou, exactly WHAT it was they said, HOW they contacted you, WHERE they contacted you... because it is a KNOWN FACT that my son's murderer is the one who started all these slanderous alien, haunted car, Stephen King rumours, and the FBI is trying to catch her.

If you have any information about my son’s murderer, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Do you know who this woman is?

On August 8, 2013 she drove a backhoe over my house. On November 14, 2013 she arrived at Southern Maine Community College and crippled me with a golf club and murdered my son. One June 24, 2016, days after my first attempts to walk again, she attacked me with a shopping cart at Scarborough, Walmart, reinjuring the Nov 14, 2013 injury.

She crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet id-ed the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club.

Complete details of EVERYTHING she did is on this page here.

Clairescreenshot.pngThe golf club woman who called herself Clair as she looked November 14, 2013. Her hair is a weird chin leangth pageboy (very Medival style cut) platinum blonde with wide brown/black dyed stripes in it (like a reverse of Lily Munster, but the stripes are several, almost like a zebra). I am 5'6" and she was a LOT taller then me, like closer to the height of a man; she had thin lips like a man, and large nose like a man... she COULD have been a man disguised as a woman, given the ease with which she severed my spine....she's is a LOT stronger then is typical for a woman). She was wearing a chambre blue denim "blazer jacket over shirt" and a button up mens shirt (possibly flannel) and blue jeans. The bulk of her yelling was focused on accusing me of being transgender, even while ripping my baby out of my 8 month pregnant belly and bashing his head in with a golf club.
zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotThe Claire woman as she looked during her shoping cart attack at Scarborough WalMart June 2016, the attack with left me paralyzed and in a wheelchair. Her hair was dyed dark red, and she drove away in a gold Volvo 240 Station Wagon of a late 1980s/early1990s model, with a "458" on the lisnce plate.... If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 9 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #fbiinvestigation #truecrimetiktok ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

Good god! We just found out about yet another slanderous rumour this woman has been spreading? When does it end? How many more of these things are out there?

Video explains what else she's done ...

If you have any information about the woman who crippled me with a golf club, please give it to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.


The Goldeneagle World's Most Haunted Car - 1964 Dodge 330If you encounter anyone claiming my car is haunted, demon possessed, or somehow connected to Stephen King please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.
@eelkat part 7 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #plannedparenthood ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you encounter anyone claiming I believe in aliens or was an alien abducttee, please give the information of who, when, where/location to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

@eelkat part 4 of 10 #dogwalk around the block (Maine st, Elm st, St Mary's, Dunkin, South street, Bradbury st) #Biddeford #Maine #night #library ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

If you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

eelkats_house_before_after.jpgIf you know who drove this backhoe over my house at 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine 04064-1520 on August 8, 2013 please give the information of who it is to FBI Agent Andy Drewer at 207–774–9322 of the Portland, Maine FBI office.

I am sick and tired of people not giving a shit that my son was murdered!

I am sick and tired of jackasses making up rumours and lies about me and my car, calling me an alien abductee and my car haunted, just to try to cover up my son's murder!

Where are the writers who love writing?
Does no one just write for the sake of having fun writing anymore?


A rant about writers who hate writing, and can’t stop writing about how much they hate writing. If you HATE writing so much, why the fuck are you writing about how much you hate writing? Do something you love to do instead of bitching about doing things you don’t want to do to begin with — no one is forcing you to write, so if you hate writing, just don’t write!

So, I was just reading some random articles by random writers, like I do almost daily, in the topic of “writing” and “writing tips” and “writers on writing” and “writing fiction tips”.

I like reading those topics because I usually gain some new insight I hadn’t thought of before, or learn some obscure grammar rule I did not know about. I end up trying out new things in my own writing after reading other writers share their experiences.

Reading the experiences of other writers, things they’ve learned while writing, is probably my favourite non-fiction topic to read.

It is by far the topic I read most when reading non-fictions.

And there is a rather disturbing trend that I have noticed of late.

It’s a thing writers have always talked about, but it was rare: the frustration of waiting to write… I’ll explain what I mean in a minute.

But first…

In my early days on the internet, it was easy to find fellow writers who joyfully yip-yapped, the hyper puppy excitement of how much fun writing was.

I started blogging in 1996, started my author website in 1996, and started daily writing for fanfiction.net also in 1996–3 places I still write daily, now 28 years later and have over 20k blog posts, articles, and short stories to show for it — that oddly, have never earned me a single penny because those 3 sites do not have monetization options.

In the 1990s and early 2000s NO ONE on the ENTIRE INTERNET was monetized, because ads for the internet had not yet been invented.

Places like YouTube and Medium were around a full decade before they started paying creators. YouTube started paying creators in 2015, while Medium started paying creators in 2017. Both sites had existed a full ten years before offering to pay members.

Tumblr, FanFiction.net, WattPad, RoyalRoad, AO3, and hundreds of others, have been around twenty years or more and have not YET started paying writers, yet they each have millions of writers, joyfully writing daily without any expectation of getting paid.

Can you see where I’m going with this?

In 2020, there was a massive boom in writers on ALL platforms everywhere, from Amazon to GumRoad too Medium to Tumblr to RoyalRoad to Vocal… you name it, and it gained double it’s members in a single month, from how many members it had gained total in over a decade. Each site made announcements of the numbers.

But… by 2021… a shift happened.

A big one.

One that started out as a tiny snowflake, became a snowball, grew to an avalanche, and is now in 2025 a great big fucking iceburge barrelling through every writing platform out there.

What is it?

Money.

Greedy, slovenly, lustful, desire for money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money…





…sure… getting paid for your writing is great.

Yes, if the option is there, I turn on monetization for every platform I write on.

But… of over thirty different platforms I write on, only five pay me anything.

Think about that for a minute.

These 5 pay me:

  • Medium
  • Amazon
  • GumRoad
  • Vocal
  • DriveThruRPG

That’s it.

The other 25+ platforms I write on, do not pay me a penny, and yet I write on each of them multiple times a week, some daily.

So why do I write on them?

Because writing is fun.

And a lot of people can’t afford to buy monthly subscriptions.

And that’s where the trend I’m seeing a LOT of the last couple of years comes in.

Back at the start of this page I said this:

So, I was just reading some random articles by random writers, like I do almost daily, in the topic of “writing” and “writing tips” and “writers on writing” and “writing fiction tips”.I like reading those topics because I usually gain some new insight I hadn’t thought of before, or learn some obscure grammar rule I did not know about. I end up trying out new things in my own writing after reading other writers share their experiences.Reading the experiences of other writers, things they’ve learned while writing, is probably my favourite non-fiction topic to read.It is by far the topic I read most when reading non-fictions.And there is a rather disturbing trend that I have noticed of late.It’s a thing writers have always talked about, but it was rare: the frustration of waiting to write… I’ll explain what I mean in a minute.

Let’s explain what I mean now.

So, today, just now, I was just reading some random articles by random writers, like I do almost daily, in the topic of “writing” and “writing tips” and “writers on writing” and “writing fiction tips”…

…and…

…well…

…I can’t find a single article published in the past week, in ANY of those topics, that expresses ANY kind of joy in writing.

Every one of them is endless woe is me, pity party doom and gloom of:

  • I can’t write because pay is too low
  • Lack of earnings killed my motivation to write
  • I can’t write until I niche down, because I need a niche to make money from my writing
  • I can’t write until I take a course to teach me how to make money writing
  • …and endless variations of no/low money = no desire to write

To me, it seems like so many people have lost the joy of writing.

But I am left asking: if money is the ONLY thing motivating them to write, why the fuck did they start writing to begin with?

I mean really… did they do ZERO research into the average income of the average writer?

For those who didn’t it’s this:

  • Average yearly income for traditionally published novelists: $5k a year — five thousand dollars per year — most part time American jobs earn more then that in a single MONTH
  • Average yearly income for self-published novelists: $2k a year — two thousand dollars per year — most part time American jobs earn more then that in a single WEEK
  • Average yearly income for online platform writers & bloggers: $500 a year — five HUNDRED dollars per year — most part time American jobs earn more then that in a single DAY

Here’s a thought:

McDonalds and WalMart, two of the lowest paying corps in the world, pay more than $200 a day.

You can earn more money in a SINGLE DAY working at either McDonald’s or WalMart, then you can in 6 months writing on platforms like Medium and Vocal and Amazon and GumRoad.

Working just TWO DAYS at McDonald’s or WalMart, will earn you more money then the average writer will earn in an ENTIRE YEAR.

Chew on that for a minute.

Really stop and think about it.

Then ask yourself: Why the fuck, did you ever get it into your head, writing, of ANY TYPE, would earn you any money at all?

If you want money, get a fucking job!

Writing is NOT a job.

It really isn’t.

That’s a harsh reality that thee money grubbers don’t want to face.

It’s the harsh reality that keeps MILLIONS of writers writing daily on Tumblr and AO3 for ZERO pay. They KNOW most people spit on writers and won’t pay writers shit, so they don’t even bother to try. Instead they just focus on writing as a joyfully outlet of fun expression.

It doesn’t matter how good you are at writing either. Some of the best writers out there get the lowest pay of all!

Writing is not easy.

It takes a combination of talent and skill.

You can learn both, but it takes decades to learn either.

Decades you will have to spend writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing and writing … for years on end… BEFORE you will even see a single penny.

Yes. Once in a great while, one writer out of millions will make a shit tonne load of money, and yes, it COULD happen to you… but you’ve a better chance of getting hit by lighten — TWICE!

  • So you NEED a back up plan.
  • And you NEED a steady stable income to support you while you write
  • And you need to write daily for three years or more before you can expect to get even remotely passable at writing BEFORE you can start trying to get actually GOOD at writing.

And newsflash:

  • Writing is hard work.
  • Editing is hard work.
  • Grammar MUST be mastered.

But also:

  • If you don’t find the physical act of writing fun, you ARE doomed to fail.
  • If you don’t find joy in editing your work, you WILL fail.
  • If you don’t enjoy taking the effort to master grammar, you WILL struggle to succeed.

You can not expect to succeed if every morning you sit there thinking:

“UGH! I hate doing this!”

And THAT, that right there, is the trend I am seeing.

I’m NOT seeing writers yapping cheerfully about the immense joy they get from writing.

All I am seeing is endless articles on the topic of:

“UGH! I hate doing this!”

“UGH! I hate writing!”

“UGH! I hate editing!”

“UGH! I hate learning grammar!”

“UGH! I hate doing this! How long do I have to force myself to write before the money comes in?”

  • Where are the writers who love writing?
  • Where are the writers who love editing?
  • Where are the writers who love learning grammar?
  • Where are the writers who love writing for the pure joy of the act of writing and can endlessly write daily for years on end without any expectation of ever getting paid at all?

I am constantly baffled by why so many complain about money.

For me it was never about money, so I was not focused on thinking “which topic to write to make money” or “what title will get more clicks” or “how do I get more claps/comments/whatever”. Which resulted in, I have NEVER earned hardly any money here at all.

Yes, I agree money here is very low, but I did not join expecting it to be high.

Heck, when I joined, I did not even realize makin money was an option.

I was just looking for more outlets to reach more readers, that might not have found me work otherwise.

No writing platform has a history of consistently high wages for any writer. Sure, all platforms have one or two writers who make it big, but those are always flukes and not the norm.

There is always only one making a good income while millions more are making pennies. I’ve seen it with every writing platform, so I had no reason to think this one would be any different.

But, yeah, that mindset, of not looking at this platform as an income source, but rather as looking at it as a way to gain additional readers, that was what has kept me going all this time, when most days my earnings are under .50c a day.

In over a year I’ve only had three months reach $30 (a dollar a day), the rest are rarely over $12. (under fifty cents a day).

But, here’s the thing. I’m working on a series of books that are to be published in 2027, a set of short story collections. And my motivation to daily work on the project kept lagging.

So I decided, why not set a goal to write them “live” online, every day publish a story or two or three, however many I wrote that day.

And it worked.

After a few weeks of daily posting here, suddenly my lagging motivation soared into obsessively trying not to miss a day. And now a year later, I’ve completed the first 3 volumes of the set and am working on the next 3.

Here’s the drafts in progress:

The 50th Anniversary Manuscripts
Links to the WIP documents (Google Docs beta reader files) of The Pink Necromancer 50th anniversary manuscripts

I think, long term, getting these books finished is a better goal then fussing over if the stories make money online, and online platforms are helping me so much to keep on track of getting this project finished.

For me the long term goals (in my case getting these manuscripts finished) are more important then the distractions of trying to grab a few pennies on the way.

Writing is fun and I feel sorry for the people who are so blinded by money they lost the plot on having fun writing.

Writing is fun.

And so that is why, while others are leaving, I’m still here writing daily.

Because writing is fun.

I write things I find fun to write.

I have fun writing about fun characters, I have fun sending those fun characters to fun worlds, and I have fun giving those fun characters, fun things to do, in those fun worlds.

Let me repeat that, with examples:

I have fun writing about fun characters:

How well do I know Quaraun? — Let’s find out!

  • RE: Do you ‘know’ Your Fictional Character?medium.com
  • Meet The Characters:
    The Pink Necromancer Index Part 2medium.com

    Bearded Men — Do you write them? Yes, I do. Let’s talk about beards today.
    {A Pink Necromancer Lore Post}medium.com

    I have fun sending those fun characters to fun worlds:

    The Giant Caterpillars of Planet Ptarmagin’s Mushroom Forest-The Adventures of Quaraun The…
    Magictober 2022-Day 2: Magical Monster/Beast (2 years late?) — Part 2medium.com

    The Lava Slugs of Fire Mountain in Pepper Valley-The Adventures of Quaraun The Insane💟🌸🦄| Cozy…
    Magictober 2022-Day 2: Magical Monster/Beast (2 years late?) Part 2medium.com

    and I have fun giving those fun characters, fun things to do, in those fun worlds:

    The Terror Bird
    {A Pink Necromancer Story} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day 09}medium.com

    Necromancer of the Parched Sands in the Desert of Diona, a City of Slushies Prosimetrum
    {A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum, featuring The City of Slushies and The Desert of Planet Diona} — {NaNoWriMo 2024: Day…medium.com

    Pink Marabou Trimmed Rainbow Leg Warmers, a Purple Feathered Black Leather Codpiece, and an…
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    Marsh Serenity Reflection
    🌸{A Pink Necromancer Kishōtenketsu} 🦄🌸 with a 🌸{A Pink Necromancer Prosimetrum Story Poem} 🦄🌸medium.com

    The Fluffy Pink Disaster, a LitRPG fiction short
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    The Art of Destroying a Human Village for Fun and Profit, a fiction short
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    How to Hijack a Human Supply Train Without Getting Shot, a fiction short
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    The Moon Goddess Laughs From The Rooftops, a fiction short
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    A Flapdoodle Wizard’s Duel 🌸🦄🌸
    🌸🦄🌸{A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🌸🦄🌸medium.com

    Pink Sheep, Cheesy Burritos, and The Grim Reality of Zombies
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    BoomFuzzy’s Chowder Dilemma
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    The Phooka’s Dragon School, a short fiction story
    A Pink Necromancer Fiction Shortmedium.com

    A Very Important Clump of Grass
    🌸{A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🦄🌸medium.com

    Toobe’s First Rebellion, a short fiction story
    (Part 5 of Space Dock 13’s First Leap Through Space) A Pink Necromancer Fiction Short featuring Space Dock 13medium.com

    …and on places that have NEVER paid me a penny:

    The Quaraun Series Prologue
    The Quaraun Series Prologue www.eelkat.com

    Restless
    The caravan was quiet for once, the wind howling outside, snow piling up against the walls of the pink silk tent…www.tumblr.com

    The Bandits and the Pink Necromancer
    The Bandits and the Pink Necromancer The wind howled through the endless expanse of snow, carrying icy tendrils that…eelkat.blogspot.com

    The Crows Are Restless
    The Crows are Restless The crows were restless that morning. Their raucous cries echoed across the desolate…www.tumblr.com

    The Golden Dragon Keys
    A Pink Necromancer Short Story} 🌸🦄🌸vocal.media

    The Sweet and Sour of Lemons
    The Sweet and Sour of Lemons, a short fiction storywww.eelkat.com

    The Herd Approaches
    The Herd Approaches, a long-short fiction storywww.eelkat.com

    Candied Nightmares — OnlyFans
    OnlyFans is the social platform revolutionizing creator and fan connections. The site is inclusive of artists and…onlyfans.com

    A Solitary Black Sock — Notd.io
    A Solitary Black Sock. Quaraun bent down to touch the sand, His fingers brushed a curious thing, A black cloth, small…notd.io

    The 50th Anniversary Manuscripts
    Links to the WIP documents (Google Docs beta reader files) of The Pink Necromancer 50th anniversary manuscriptsmedium.com

    The Sacred Pink Secret (TW: Mpreg Yaoi)
    (TW: Mpreg Yaoi) The Sacred Pink Secret, a short fiction storywww.eelkat.com

    Pickling Perfection
    Pickling Perfectionwww.eelkat.com

    And because I have fun writing fun characters doing fun things in fun places… I never get bored with writing, and I always have motivation to write, and money never takes precedent or dictates what I write.

    I am not a slave to money.

    Money is not my dictator.

    This world has enough dictators already. It doesn’t need more.

    People who voted for Trump are idiots
    …and only voted so they could have the right to harassing others without repercussions.medium.com

    You are a fool if you let money be the lord and saviour who dictats when and what you write.

    I see so many people complain they can’t write until they niche down, can’t write until they take a course, can’t write until some other thing happens… why?

    I don’t get it.

    Why can’t they just sit down and something that they find fun to write about?

    Just write.

    Write now.

    It’s not that hard.

    You’ll never get BETTER at writing, if you don’t first START writing.

    But, you’ll HATE the process of getting better if you do not first find writing to be FUN.

    Writing is fun.

    But so many writers seem to not know that.

    Does no one just write for the sake of having fun writing anymore?

    If writing is your passion, stop waiting around and just start writing.

    If money is your passion, forget writing and get a fucking job.

    And if you start writing and later realize, it’s not fun, you don’t like it… guess what? There’s no shame in stopping. You don’t have to force yourself to write. You can quit and say “I tried it, I didn’t like it, it wasn’t for me.” No shame in that at all. Writing is not for everyone. Maybe you like drawing instead. Or growing roses. Or playing video games. There are plenty of things out their you can try. Try them all, until you find something you DO enjoy, something that is FUN for you.

    Life’s too short to waste it on things that are not fun.

    Writing, like any other hobby, CAN make money, but rare is it for ANY hobby to bring in enough money to be an income.

    That’s the part modern writers of 2025 seem to have forgotten.

    Writing is a hobby first and foremost. And like ANY hobby, writing is incredibly difficult to make an income off of, and THAT is why you MUST love writing so much, that you can do it daily for years without pay.

    I see so many giving up writing, citing lack of fun, because of lack of money, lack of fun because of lack of feedback, lack of fun because of lack of anyone leaving comments.

    I fail to understand why their fun must be so dependant upon others.

    Fun comes from within.

    When you rely on outside sources for your fun, you will NEVER have fun.

    The fun has not gone for me, but my goals have never been either money or recognition or engagement, and I think that makes a difference.

    Like, if you are motivated by earnings, you lose motivation when earnings drop.

    Or if you thrive of others given you thumbs up gold stars of approval, then lack of being told how great your writing is, kills the desire to write.

    And, if you are a social butterfly looking to write for the sake of having someone to talk to in comments, well, lack of comments will kill the fun fast.

    My goal is publication. Not publication on a platform, but rather publication of a printed paperback book. So, I’m not motivated by earnings here, and it doesn’t matter is others acknowledge my work, and I have no interest in yip yapping in the comments of my work either.

    I write daily wither I post it online or not.

    I publish barely a 10th of what I write.

    I write 20 to 30 stories every day, but I only publish 1 or 2.

    So lack of any one of those three things does noting to remove the fun, because for me those three things are NOT fun to begin with. In fact, they are often annoyances that get in my way and I am more likly to LOSE motivation with higher earnings, higher feedback, or higher comments.

    I guess that makes me weird. I’ve been told it is a side effect of having been born female in a culture that does not allow education. Aka social workers have informed me that because I never went to school, and because I was 31 years old first time I had contact with a human who was not a parent, uncle, or sibling, that I have a marked lack of “normal social desires” meaning I am able to function 100% separate from any form of connections and do not have any normal desires to seek out interactions on social levels.

    The social workers call it “feral child syndrome” and explained I have zero ability to form emotional connections with humans, because I never learned to see humans as equals, so I do not seek to engage with humans nor do I seek the approval of humans.

    I’m not sure exactly what to think of that assessment, but, that was what the social workers said was going on. Basically my brain never learned to reach out to other humans for any level of “do you like what I did?” which social workers have informed me is something most people do, but only because they learned that behaviour in public school, via seeking teacher approval of grading papers. They said people like myself who never attended public schools, never are taught to seek approval of others for work we do, and are also never taught to constantly seek out talking with others.

    They also pointed out my issues with money — a severe lack of any desire for money- which the social workers attributed to my never having seen money prior to being 42 years old, so I have no normal concept of earning income, due to we always lived off the land, growing and making everything ourselves.

    That study was done by a team of psychologists from Australia who came here to Maine to do said study of me in 2010. The social workers in the decade since have be trying to teach me money and “human interaction” with much levels of failure as they have yet to convince me there is a reason for me to learn money or why I should want others to care about my work.

    The fact of the matter is, I am perfectly content to write about fictional characters, whom I have fun writing about, and because I have fun writing them, I have absolutely ZERO need for any level of emotional engagement with humans. Much to the deep annoyance of the social workers.

    And that pulls over into Medium. Where money does not motivate me because, I can’t even count. Seeking the approval of Humans does not motivate me because — I can barely understand anything Humans do and their behaviour is so bizarre that I am left wondering why the fuck would I WANT to seek their approval. And the act of back and forth engagement seems utterly pointless and do not understand why people do it, so that doesn’t motivate me either.

    You need to stop looking to others as your source of motivation.

    | ©2025 Wendy Christine Allen | All Rights Reserved |

    I also write on these locations: | Amazon | Blogger | DeviantArt | FictionPress | GumRoad | Notd | OnlyFans | Space Dock 13’s Star Log | Tumblr | Vocal |

    This page was written by Wendy Christine Allen of 146 Portland Ave, Old Orchard Beach, Maine.

    All Rights Reserved.

    Note: there are likely spelling errors on this site, and I am unlikely to see the ... I fix them when I find them, but, there are many issues here...

    Note: English is not my first language, Shetlean Scottish is my native language, there are likly spelling and grammar errors, as I do not know American English and am attempting to write it by sounding words out.

    Many times that Americans think a word on my site is misspelled, often it is not misspelled, it is just I mixed up languages and wrote it in Scottish without realizing I mixed the Scottish in with the English. Also our grammar is somewhat reversed from English grammar so words that are seeming in the wrong order for American English, is usually because they are in the correct order for Scottish and I either put English words in Scottish order by mistake or was unaware English put them in a different order then Scottish does.

    For those unaware, Scottish Shetlean looks like this:

    American English to Scottish:

    a bit (piece) = a party --- EXAMPLE: "And some know a bit of Latin " > "And somme kan of latyn a party "

    a long distance from = A piece fae

    a piece of = the bit --- EXAMPLE: "The duck ate a piece of bread " > "The deuk ett the bit breid "

    about the banks (on the shore/at the beach) = aboot da banks

    accomplishments = kunnandi

    After = Back o --- EXAMPLE: " After Halloween" > "Back o Hallomas "

    alive (living) = kvikr

    Always on the move = Never aff o da go

    am I not = amn't I --- EXAMPLE: "Am I not invited? " > "I amn't invited? or Amn't I invited?"

    are = is --- EXAMPLE: "Are you going soon?" > "Is ya to be going soon?"

    autumn = dah haihst

    belong to = fylgja

    best = bettah moost

    betray (verb) = svíkja

    bewildered = villhyggjandi

    building = biggin up --- EXAMPLE: "building confidence in everyday use " > " biggin up confidence in ivvryday øs "

    built = builded --- EXAMPLE: "He built a new porch." > "Hims builded a new porch."

    cast a spell = hoodooed

    cat = kat (sounds like "caught") --- EXAMPLE: "Is it an orange cat?" > "Be he a o'jinn kat?"

    child = bairn

    church = kirk

    color = colour

    danger = hœttr

    daren't = darena

    daring = djarfr

    dark = dökk

    dark elf = Dökkálfr

    dark-elves = Døkkálfar

    darker = dökká

    do you agree = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "That's a fine looking woman, do you agree?" > "Dair's ah right bonnie lass, eh?"

    do you want to come too = ,eh? --- EXAMPLE: "I'm going to the store, do you want to come with me?" > "Me go to shope, eh?"

    each = eche --- EXAMPLE: "Which each person can understand " > "That kan eche man understonde "

    educated = lered --- EXAMPLE: "Both among the educated and the uneducated " > "As wel among lered as lewed "

    elf = Alfr

    Elf = Álfr

    Elf Home = Álfheimr

    Elf World = Álfheimr

    elf-advice = Ælfred

    elf-beautiful = ælfscyne

    elf-friend = Ælfwine

    elf-guardian (female) = Ælfwaru

    elf-guardian (male) = Ælfweard

    elf-powerful = Ælfric

    everyday = ivvryday

    eyelids = eye ledes --- EXAMPLE: "He closed his eyelids." > "Hims did shut hims eye ledes"

    fair = faire --- EXAMPLE: "Going to the fair." > "Done gone went to the faire."

    feild = felde --- EXAMPLE: "Standing in the feild." > "Stoodt in thems felde."

    further = ferther --- EXAMPLE: "I looked further." > "I dids lokid ferther."

    green = grene --- EXAMPLE: "Look at the green hedges and woods." > "Look see at thems heigges and holtz so grene."

    handsome = braw --- EXAMPLE: "He is very handsome " > "Him wicked braw "

    have faith = trúa

    Have no doubts about our doing it = Nae faer o wis

    Have no liking for this. = Hae nae brou o this.

    have not = ain't

    He knows how many beans make five. = He kens the laid frae the croun o the causey.

    He knows which side his bread is buttered on. = He kens whilk side his bannock's buttert on.

    Head for = Mak wye for

    head rope in fishing nets and lines = baak

    head to head = Be at the knag and the widdie

    horse fly = klegsie

    I = Me

    I Think = Me thinks --- EXAMPLE: "I think we're late. " > "Me thinks that we is late. "

    I wish you well for the future = Lang may yer lum reek (translation: Long may your chimney smoke)

    idiot = eejit --- EXAMPLE: "You idiot." > "Ya eejit."

    idiot = numpty

    if = iffy or yif--- EXAMPLE: "If you don't mind..." > "Iffy yas does no care mind...."; "If you'll stay with me long enough = "Yif ye so longe with me wil dwelle". "

    I'll be even with you = A'll see day aboot wi ye

    know = ken

    looked = lokid

    looked = lokid --- EXAMPLE: "I looked up." > "I lifte up me eye ledes and lokid ferther."

    magic = hoodoo

    naked = nøkkviðr

    needle = bodkin

    neither = nouther --- EXAMPLE: "Who know neither Latin nor French " > "That kan nouther latyn ne frensch "

    No = Nay --- EXAMPLE: "No, I don't think so. " > "Nay, me thinks not. "

    Nobody knew = not-knew nobody

    Noontide = Da heicht o da day

    NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "Did you meet the new family next door?" > "Dids ya gets a chance to stop by and meets with thems new folk that move-ed in down yawn there next doors to ya, eh?"

    NOTE: Extra words are often added. --- EXAMPLE: "He went to Rite-Aid to pick up his prescription" > "Hims did go to that yawn there new fangled store the new folks call that Rite Aid place, to gets himself some of thems there pills what the doctor gone and tells him to take each morning, a-yep, hims did."

    old = olde --- EXAMPLE: "But educated and uneducated, old and young " > "Bot lered and lewed olde and yonge "

    orange = o'jinn

    out = oot --- EXAMPLE: "The cat wants to go out." > "The kat he do wants oot."

    outside = oot dair

    people = fokk --- EXAMPLE: "the people of Shetland " > "Shetland fokk "

    people = folke --- EXAMPLE: "Look at all those people." > "Lookie at all thems folke."

    poorly = febelly --- EXAMPLE: "Who know French very poorly " > "That kan frensch ful febelly "

    Recognising = Recognisin --- EXAMPLE: "Recognising the bilingual nature of Shaetlan speakers " > "Recognisin da wye at Shaetlan spaekers is bilingual "

    shield = skjoldr

    Since = For --- EXAMPLE: "Since that is your native language " > "For that is youre kynde langage "

    tell = telle --- EXAMPLE: "I'll tell you in English " > "In englysch tonge I schal you telle "

    the = da, de, or is not used at all --- EXAMPLE: "I went to the store" > "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to da shoppe" or "Me goes to shoppe"

    them = dem, dem dair --- EXAMPLE: "I went with them" > "Me goes wit dem dair"

    there = dair --- EXAMPLE: "I want those potatoes" > "Me be wanting dem dair tatetas."

    they = dey

    To where = whither --- EXAMPLE: ""Where you go, I will go." " > ""Whither thou goest, I'll go."

    understand = understonde

    understand = understonden --- EXAMPLE: "Some understand English " > "And somme understonden englysch "

    very = wicked --- EXAMPLE: "very good" > "wicked good"; "very bad" > "wicked bad"; "very cold" > "wicked cold"

    Where = Whither --- EXAMPLE: "Where is the restroom? " > "Whither is the privy?"

    Yes = Yea or Aye --- EXAMPLE: "Yes, I think so. " > "Yea, me thinks so. " or "Aye, me thinks so. "

    For anyone actually interested in learning my native language, the Scottish government has THIS listed as the official dictionary of our people:  https://static1.squarespace.com/static/61d7352954b7fd1c9dbdfef4/t/65ddb2749d5e0541a01009c0/1709027964496/Spaektionary_2024feb.pdf  

    The Scottish government provides this document to show our language in use: https://www.shetland.uhi.ac.uk/t4-media/one-web/uhi-shetland-images-and-documents/documents-/shaetlan/Shaetlan-Language-Plan-2022-Shaetlan.pdf 

    More information about our language can be found on this website:  https://www.iheardee.com  which is written in my native language.


    However, there is also other reasons why words might be misspelled, or why I might not understand someone when they speak to me.

    My grandmother Helen Ricker Allen, was from Unst, Shetland, Scotland, and she the one who raised me. She taught me to read and write, but it was Shetlain that she taught me. She died when I was 8 years old, and I was locked in a woodshed after her furneral, I escaped the woodshed 27 years later at age 31, and have been trying to learn how to speak and write English since then.

    It is a very great struggle.

    At age 37 I took remidial reading and speaking classes at Southern Maine Community College, but we are Gypsies and Gypsy men do not allow us Gypsy women to have education, and so, while at college, on November 14, 2013, I was beaten with a golf club, while I was 8 months pregnet, breaking my spine, hips, and knees, killing my baby and leaving me quardepaleic since.

    Now my primary focus these past 13 years has been on relearning to use my hand so I could type... as of 2023, I have regained the use of my right thumb, and first two right fingers, and after 10 years offline, I am back online due to I can use three finguers.

    I never went to school, so I do not know maths and numbers and sciences, and I do not know what else would have been taught to me in school. We are Scottish Gypsies and Gypsy culture does not allow females to go to school. Being born female was already a great sin, but my grandmother took great risk in teaching me reading and writing. At 4 years old I was punished by my Uncle Bruce for knowing how to read, by being beaten in the face with a cinder block brick, that broke my right jaw and left me with garbaled near-mute spoken words ever since.

    Because no one ever spoke words to be face to face from he time I was 8 years old until I was 37 years old (I escaped the room at age 27, but did not start college until 37), I have no training in how to vocally sound out or speak the words I write or read. I can read words, but I do not know how to sound out or say those words. I can write words, but I do not know how to match the written word against the spoken word. I struggle to associate spoken words at all, or make them match up with writen words.

    Esentially, written words and spoken words are two completly seperate languages in my brain, and I have difficulty understanding spoken words.

    If you say a sentance to me with your mouth, chances are very high I will have ZERO understanding of what you said and I will not be able to ander you.

    However, if you WRITE down that exact same sentabnce, I can understand you and can type a written responce to you.

    My doctors tell me this is a side effect of extreme isolation and neglect and lack of human contact during my toddler, childhood, teen, and young adult years, and that my brain never deveoloped to comprehend spoken vocal words due to no one ever speaking to me in over three decades of the first half of my life.

    While I can read and write, American English (somewhat) I do no know how words are sounded out, what they are supposed to sound like. I readand write by shape recognition, not by sound/vocal recognition, so when reading and writing I do no "hear the words in my head" as I am told most people do when they read and write. In other words... I see "c a t" and think "c-a-t" I do not think "cat" nor do I "see" an image of a cat, no do I "hear" the word cat spoken. I'm told that this is very rare and that most people read and write by sounding out the words and linking them to visual mind images, while hearing the sound of the word in their head. I neiher hear words in my head no see images of things in my head. I'm told this is what makes me both a speed reader and speed writer, because I'm not tripped up by hear sounds or seeing images in my head like nomal people would be doing... however, I'm also told this is why my spelling and grammar are very poor, because my brain is not hear the sounds of the words or seeing visual images of the objects the words represent, so my mind also does not register spelling and grammer errors at all.

    As I was only let out of the woodshed on Sundays to go to the Cape Elezabeth Ward Church of the August Stake of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, I was never allowed to go to school or hospital either. No adults ever talked to me because I was evil for comitted the sin of being born female, so I never learned how to speak properly and do not know how to sound out words to say them.

    I was 42 years old, in 2016 when, while having an MRI for my spine, the doctors found out my speak issue was caused by a broken jaw as a toddler that was healed wrong because not being allowed to go to doctors. I had surgury to fix that, and since 2016 have been trying to learn how to use my jaw and touge so I can speak vocal words now.

    Since 2023 my primary focus shifted to relearning to walk. I can now, in 2026, sit up for 2 or 3 hours a day, and can sand with a cane for a few minutes, and can walk for around five thousand feet in 2 to 3 segments a day, with the help of pushing my wheelchair like a walker.

    As of 2026, with a slight return to using my fingers and legs, I am once again focused on trying to learn the American English, but I live in mortal fear of my uncles and male cousins, as they are so hateful of allowing me to have education.

    have no one to help me to know if I am doing words correctly, and as such, I have no way of knowing if there are spelling and grammar errors, but I asume there are, and I fix them when I learn them, but I do not know what I do not know and spelling American words is a thing I do bnot know.

    I have Low Fucntioning Kanner's Syndrom, also known as "RainMan Type of Autism" aka REAL and ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Aspergers, High Functioning Autism, or and of thr 861 illnesses on the Autism Spectrum. An Autism Spectrum Disorder is an illness that has symptoms similar to Autism but IS NOT Autism. If you have an Autism Spectrum Disorder, it LITERALLY MEANS you do NOT have Autism.

    I am medically diagnosed as "kanner's syndrome, actual autism, the rainman type, profoundly retarded autistic savant, with a general IQ of 73, and an writing IQ of 221" but they added that they did not know how to properly diagnose me as I am "technically a feral child" and they don't know "how much is the autism, and how much is simple horrific levels of abuse and neglect induced post traumatic stress disorder that will go away with proper socilization".

    It means I know how to write, I can write a lot, and it is next to impossible for you to teach me how to do literally anythig else because my brain only knows how to write and doesn;t know how to do anything else..
    There's a reason, when I do book signings, people are quick to say: "Okay, what's the joke? why is this stupid retard here? where's the real author? I know this retard isn't the author. where are you hiding the author, why is this fucking retard here"

    The end result is, I have near zero social interaction... my 3 years in college was the ONLY face to face interaction I have ever had with humans in my entire life, and I struggle deeply to understand MOST words used by MOST people when they ask me question. And so I suffer from a huge lack of understanding many words people say to me, how to translate those words into spelling, and how to translate what it is that has been said.

    The fact remains hat until there exists a human on this planet who is willing to sit down and teach me what words spoken line up with and match what words written, this deficent is unlily to improve. But the fact also remains, that I am simply far too profoundly retarded for anyone to even try to make any attempt at all even to speak a friendly "hgelloe" or "good morning" when passing me on the street, so I have lost all hope of anyone ever either being my friend, being willing to teach me how to match spoken words to written words, or how to speak to other humans.





    While there are around 20k pages on this website, most of them are blocked from search engines, with only around 800 of them available for appearing in Google/Bing/etc search results. The remainder can only be accessed via the various links found throughout this site. This was done deliberately on my part, and I did it because the bulk of the pages on this website are chapters from 138 novels and 423 novellas, so only the first page of each novel and novella indexed by search engines, and the remainder are linked in order, one page at a time, via clicking "next page" at the end of each. So if you are looking for a specific page from a specific novel, Google can't help you.



    Thank you for stopping by and have a nice day! ꧁✨🌸🔮🦄🔮🌸✨꧂

    And if it’s your birthday today: ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐꧁ᴴᵃᵖᵖʸ☆ᵇⁱʳᵗʰᵈᵃʸ꧂🤍🎀🧸🌷🍭

    Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻

    eelkat_red_scarf.jpg

    Wheelchair Fundraiser

    @eelkat

    i just found out there is yet another bizarre rumour going around. where are these wild rumours coming from? who is starting them? and why?

    ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
    @eelkat

    since I've been flooded with hundreds of messages the past two weeks asking if I still own "the world's most haunted car", yes, and here it is, filmed today May 18, 2026… but my son Xavier is dead, i am crippled and given that people are AGAIN showing up calling my Dodge "haunted", calling my friend "an alien", calling me "transgender", and spreading wild defamation slander connecting me to Stephen King, I think I need to start taking down the contact information of every blogger, podcaster, youtuber, and social media account spreading these rumors, and sue every single one of them for CAUSING my car to be cut in half May 10, 2010, for CAUSING the backhoe that drove over my house August 8, 2013, for CAUSING my son's murder November 14, 2013, for CAUSING me to be crippled and in a wheelchair November 14, 2013, and for CONTINUING to CAUSE harassers to show up in person to harass me near daily, STILL now in 2026. EVERYONE telling you my car is haunted, telling you my friend is an alien, calling my car "the goldeneagle", calling my friend "Etiole", or trying to connect me or my car to Stephen King, is lying to you. They crippled me when I was 8 months pregnant, and a woman with a golf club, severed my spine and bashed my baby's head in, I spent 9 years relearning to walk, and the FBI is 13 years into the murder investigation and not yet identified the attacker who crippled me and killed my baby, both violently with a golf club and the FBI believes that it is friends and family of the woman who did it, are the ones who started and spread the rumors saying my car is haunted, saying I'm an alien abductee, saying all kinds of similar bs about aliens, ufos, ghosts, witchcraft, demons, and Stephen King connections, even though I don't believe in ghosts, aliens, ufos, demons, and had never heard of Stephen King before 30k of his fans showed up in my yard trying to find my car! FBI believes the backhoe driver and the murderer are the same person and it is a developer who wanted my land and so started the Stephen King, ghost, and alien rumors all in an attempt to drive me off my land, and when it didn't work they drove a backhoe over my house, and when that didn't work they crippled me and killed my son. Why are they doing this? How do I get them to stop?

    ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author






    3-BoomFuzzy-2022-QuaraunTheInsane-EelKatWendyCAllen.jpg
    TeaWithAThullidQuaraCover3.jpg
    2022coverTheNightofTheScreamingUnicorn-QuaraunTheInsane-EelKatWendyCAllen-unicorncover2.jpg
    5-thumb-TheVampireLeprechaunofFireMountain-BizarroFantasy-QuaraunTheInsane-EelKatWendyCAllen
    8-QuaraunandTheVampireIntoTheSwampofDeath2022.jpg
    22GhoulSqawnLichLordLover2022a.jpg
    QuaraunAndTheWorldBuilders2.jpg
    allthislittlethings
    QuaraunBookCoverNoGoldTemplate.png
    Quaraun-VorpalKrakenCurseofGold.jpg
    50thannSwampofLostSoulsQuaraunBookCover
    50thfeedthepigeons50thannivbookcover
    goblinking50thannbookcover
    pumpkinpatchportal
    50thann-quick-quips-with-three-wizards-1minutesreads-BookCover-quaraun-wendycallen
    50thanni-frozendawn-2025Edition-QuaraunBookCover
    50thannivthreeWizard-perfectpickle-transgemnder-transman-mpreg-yaoi-bookcover
    50thannivthreeWizardsCozyApocalypsebookcover
    50thanni-moongoddessshrine-2025Edition-QuaraunBookCover
    50thAnniversary3wizards-foodtruck
    50thAnnEditionSavageWildernessQuaraunBookCover
    deadlyshores
    50thannPeacefulShoresNoodleBeachBookCover
    mothgarden
    50thAnniversaryCovers-ThreeWizardsandaLighthouse
    QuaraunArrivesAtWhiteRock.jpg
    YouAreNotGhoulSpawn.jpg
    MothersEverLovingTentacles.jpg
    WizardsInTheirTowers-colouringbook-cover2c
    Cliffs-pink-silk-tent-colouringbook-cover2j


    Get an email whenever Wendy Christine Allen 🌸💖🦄 aka EelKat 🧿💛🔮👻 publishes on Medium.

    I also write on these locations: | Amazon | Ao3 | Blogger | GumRoad | Medium | Notd | OnlyFans | Tumblr | Vocal |



    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.

    eelkats_house_before_after.jpgMy 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.

    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.

    Clairescreenshot.pngIf 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.

    zzzz999ClaireRed2016-screenshotIf 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.

    Kendrascreenshot.pngIf 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.

    Important:

    Fraudulent sites are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

    • The ONLY official website for Wendy Christine Allen is www.eelkat.com

    Fraudulent social media accounts, particularly on Reddit and FaceBook are impersonating Wendy Christine Allen.

    Find Me on Social Media:


    Any websites and accounts you find online that are NOT on this list are NOT Wendy Christine Allen

    All the writing prompts found here on my website, are also available in printed paperback editions, on Amazon.

    There are no ebook editions as they are already available digitally here on my website.