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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
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.

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.

Health update: August 4, 2026 - in recovery for 6 months+ (at least until mid-January 2027...all book and video game releases are pushed back at least 6 months) see video below for why...
@eelkat

health update #maine #disabilityawareness #wheelchairlife #wheelchairvlogger #multiplesclerosis

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat Health update: #chickenpox #bellspalsy #RamsayHuntsyndrome #paralysis #recovery ♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author
@eelkat

I seem to have had another stroke (during the night while I was asleep?) #stroke #paralysis

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author

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. 

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.

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.

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    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?

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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.

    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.

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