Write About What You Already Know

When is it "Ok" to use controversial tropes?



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

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

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Update Sept 3, 2026:

I am able to get around enough to take Koko to dog park... today is 29 days since getting out of hospital. My diet is still mostly liquid, but im eating some solid food again, but its like rice or soft mushy baby food type stuff because I still can not chew yet, though I can swallow again. My jaw is still not functioning good so im having trouble talking still. So there's been slight improvement to my mouth, throat, and jaw, but, zero improvement to my eye, which is a major concern, be Im almost fully blind right now. im legally blind since birth in my left eye, so I have no ability to fall back on using my left eye. My right eye is the one injured and my vision in it is "40% decreased" according to my doctor, but it wasn't good vision to begin with, and right now my right eye is not much different from my legally blind left eye. Which I why I have to have someone drive my car for me instead of me driving my car myself right now, which is very frustrating, because, being a female, I had to fight for over twenty years to be allowed to drive. I started sneaking out at age 31 and dressing as a man to go to Old Orchard Beach high school to get a ged, because us females are not allowed to go to school. And i was 37 years old when snuck out to the DMV and got a driver's permit and started going to college. I was 42 and 8 months pregnant when my family found out I was going to college and thats when I was punished by the backhoe driving over my house and my spine broken with a golf club and my baby born right then and killed with same golf club. So it's very frustrating now, so soon after finally being able to drive , to now not be able to drive because of an eye injury, especially after 14 years of being paralyzed from the golf club and not being allowed to have a wheelchair, again, because i am female and we females are simply not allowed to do anything. I hate the culture I was born into. I wish I had the freedom to go to school and drive a car the way American women do. I wish having my spine broken with a golf club and my baby killed with a golf club and a backhoe driven over my house was not how men in my family punishment women in my family for learning to read and write. Its so frustrating not being able to to drive again, so soon after 14 years being paralyzed, and being paralyzed by the golf club was the punishment for getting a driver's license back in 2013 after 30 years of men not letting me have one. I hate my family's culture and how they treat us women.

I get so sick of Americans telling me how they wish they could be a Gypsy… they are either misogynist woman hating pigs, or delusional idiots who haven't got a clue how shittily we Gypsy women are treated by Gypsy men, because no one in their righ mind who knows anything about Gypsy culture would ever want to be part of it. I hate that I was born a Gypsy. 

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.

When is it "Ok" to use controversial tropes?


When is it "Ok" to use controversial tropes? from writing

While my original answer to this question (When is it "Ok" to use controversial tropes?) appeared on the thread linked above, my answer here on EelKat.com is longer and has more detail then the one posted on the original forum.


I'm often told my series is full of "horrific tropes" that I "shouldn't use", and when people ask "why did you write them like that" and my answer comes back as "I write what I know", they get confused. But the fact remains, my characters and their lifestyle is based off of own life.

I'll show you what I mean:

His primary lover is:

His secondary lover is:

  • A farmer
  • a Dungeons & Dragons Dungeon Master
  • owns a 1974 AMC Gremlin
  • is an animal rights activist
  • is vegan
  • is a Mormon
  • is a notorious thief

Now let's look at me:

  • I have Autism
  • I am not white.
  • I am mixed blood of: Persian (Asian), Scottish, Kickapoo, and Haitian (Black) descent
  • I am short
  • I am a Gypsy
  • I am demi-sexual
  • I am genderfluid
  • I grew up in a culture that practices polygamy; 
  • my grandfather had 2 wives, 
  • my uncle with the most wives has 5 wives, 
  • and my aunt with the most husbands has 8 husbands.
  • I am a transvestite.
  • As a child I grew up addicted to the Liberace show. When he died I started dressing like him. I've worn pink sequin ballgowns as every day wear for 31 years. I own not one shred of "normal" clothing.
  • I am the sub of a Master/slave relationship - NOT bdsm, no, that's not the same thing - get your head out of sex fantasies and into reality - think 1950s leave it to beaver parents style relationship. We have been together since 1987.
  • I grew up in an extremely abusive home. 
  • 3 of my uncles lead the clan together, they were daily having shoot outs with police and rival clans; 
  • wars between Gypsy clans are bloody and brutal; 
  • several of my uncles and cousins are drug dealers; 
  • 4 of my uncles are wanted by and currently on the run from the FBI; 
  • they were child abusing wife beaters. 
  • I suffered a lot of abuse 
  • and witnessed a lot of violence, including witnessing murder.
  • I live in Maine
  • I grew up on a farm, and would still run said farm had a bomb not blown it up
  • am a D&D DM
  • owned 2 AMC Gremlins, the orange 1974 described in the books and a brown 1976 - both were destroyed when drug dealers took a sledgehammer to them, and also a 1974 AMC Hornet
  • I went to culinary arts school
  • I love gingerbread and eggnog
  • I am a Mormon - 5th generation
  • I am also a Voodoo Priestess, rank of Medsen Fey Marrija Loa to Damballa Weddo
  • I am an animal rights activists (am the founder of the Proctor & Gamble Boycott)
  • I am vegetarian
  • I grew up with uncles who make a career out of being thieves

If the characters I write are tropes, then my life is a trope as well, because I base my characters off my own life.

So I say... just write your story the way you want it. You can't please everyone, you'll always offend someone, and if you try to change everything to keep everyone happy, you'll end up pleasing no one at all, not even yourself.

Tropes exist, because life exists. Stereotypes are out there because sad fact of the matter is people often actually do certain thing which resulted in said stereotypes.

Take my race for example. Gypsies have a reputation for being criminals and thieves. Well, not all of them are, but, the fact remains, a large portion of the Gypsy culture IS in fact made up of criminals and thieves. I have an uncle who takes his children, has one of the toddlers grab some random lost cat poster off some random phone pole, then knock on a door of some rich fancy looking house and bawl her eyes out over her "lost cat", and while this 4 or 5 year old keeps the people at the door, him and the rest of his children climb through a back window and clean out every electronic they can find as fast as they can.

They never had a cat to lose, and by the time the people get the girl with her fake tears calmed down, my uncle has cleaned out half their house.

That's his full time job. He then turns around and sells all of the stolen items at flea markets and indoor yard sales or on eBay.

He's a criminal, and I've got 12 uncles who do far worse then him.

Yes, it's bad to say ALL Gypsies are thieves, but the fact remains, that stereotype is out there because an awful lot of my people really are cruddy scumbag thieves just like the stereotype says.

The point is, when writing something that is prone to stereotype, is to show that not ALL are the same and that there are good and bad both within it.

Tropes and stereotypes exist in books, because they are facts that exist in real life, like it or not. No reason to avoid writing them, just be careful when writing them that you don't come off saying everything/person within the group is the trope.

I think, that may be why I write so much plotless slice of life stories.

Slice of Life stories don't use plot. Slice of Life is a really common genre in short stories, but I can't say I've ever seen it done in novels or novellas. I use it in my own novels, but if you've ever read the Quaraun series, you know that each chapter is a short story that doesn't fully connect to the chapter after it. It's why some readers say the Quaraun series has a disconnected feel to it. Which it intentional, actual, as he is a drug addict and drifts through life not fully aware if what is going on around him is real or not, thus for the Quaraun series the disjointedness works.

Ernest Hemingway's "Hills Like White Elephants" and Anton Chekhov's "Gray" and H.G.Wells "The Crystal Egg" and the stories "The Bronze Door" and "A Unicorn in the Garden" (I forget who wrote those last two) are all primary examples of the Slice of Life genre. In each of those stories, there is no beginning, no middle, no end, no problems are resolved, but stuff happens.

In "Hills Like White Elephants" a couple sits at a bar discussing the topic of should we or shouldn't we. They never say what they are discussing. They never come to a conclusion. In an interview the author told readers they were discussing if the girl should have an abortion.

In "Gray" a taxi driver's son has just died and he retells the tale of his son's death to each person he picks up that night. That's it. Nothing else happens.

In "The Crystal Egg" a man finds a crystal egg in a shop, and when he looks inside of it, he sees that there is a whole other world going on somewhere. He spends the rest of his life staring into the egg watching other people live their lives.

In "The Bronze Door" an antique collector buy a huge bronze door and stands it in his living room to annoy his wife. One day her dog runs through it and doesn't come out the other side, so he tosses his wife through it, and she vanished too, when the police come looking for her, he shows them the door than pushes them in, the story ends with him imagining all the people who wronged him and how one by one he'll invite them to dinner.

"A Unicorn in the Garden" is self explanatory. A man wakes up one morning to find a unicorn standing in the garden. Him and his wife discuss it over breakfast than he goes to work, the end.

Each of these stories is 10 pages or less in length. They are all "great classics" from the 1890s to 1930s and are commonly required reading found reprinted in high school literature text books.

Most of my stories fall into "Slice of Life". Rarely do I write a story longer than 30 pages, they never begin or end, they are always a glimpse into a single moment of a character's life, thus the name of the genre "Slice of Life" or "Slice of Life Vignette".

This is actually my favorite genre to read as well as my favorite to write, and it can be used in conjunction with any other genre: Horror, Sci-Fi, Romance, whatever. I love it because it leaves so much unsaid, so many questions unanswered, and gives me (the reader) so much to think about in the terms of "but what if..." 

Those stories listed above are among my favorite stories of all time and they (esp The Bronze Door) are what inspired me to become a writer in general and a writer of short stories specifically.

But the thing they have in common is they are all a single look into one day or even just one hour of a person's life.

My own stories are written that way. With no real plot, but rather a glance int one day in Quaraun's life. But then since much of Quaraun's life is based off of my own life, many of the stories are therefore a glance into my life.

And then, when people take that and say it's me writing stereotypes or tropes, and tell me I shouldn't write the things I write, I then have to look t my own life and ask: Am I not allowed to write a diary? Am I not allowed to keep a record of my life? Is my life so much of a stertype or a trope that you feel my life should not exist?

Think about it.

Next time someone tells you not to write something because it offends THEM, tell them to fuck off a cliff. Write your book and ignore the haters.

Today is June 4, 2021, and after nearly a decade, we have an update to this page:

Advice for obtaining knowledge and understanding for writing

AdviceAdvice for obtaining knowledge and understanding for writing. (self.writing)submitted 9 hours ago by infernalwretch

>>>So I’m trying to write a story with a lot of complex social dynamics and stuff, but I feel insecure about my level of knowledge about most things. I think I’m kind of at a disadvantage because I’ve had very few life experiences involving other people due to being socially impaired and sort of stuck in my inner world. I get the feeling that people who know a lot of people and have connections have a much greater wealth of knowledge about how things work and various social phenomena. My only source of understanding of these sorts of things is basically created content such as movies and books, so I have very limited experience with how people actually interact with the world. Therefore I can never tell if a certain situation would make sense or not, or if it’s just some ridiculous scenario that would never actually happen in the given circumstances. I know I will need to do a lot of work and research to reach the level of understanding of the world that seems to be innate and effortless to normal people. Like, I feel like the only thing I could write accurately would be an isolated and socially impaired character, because that’s all I know.

>>>Anyway, I was wondering if there are any subreddits or websites or anything that are specifically for asking people questions for your writing, like, “how would this type of person likely respond to this situation?” Or, “is this a thing that happens or am I just imagining it, and if so what would actually happen instead?” Or “how would this experience effect a person’s behavior in the future?” I think it could be really valuable to be able to obtain insights from people with a variety of life experiences and knowledge. I hope I explained this well enough for people to understand what I’m asking.


I don't know about websites but I do know about having social issues and feeling confused by others. I have Autism (Kenner's Syndrome, aka ACTUAL Autism, not to be confused with Asperger's which it is in no way, shape, or form related to - Autism is NOT on the Autism spectrum, only illnesses that are not related to Autism, but have 3 or more symptoms common to Autism so could be confused with and/or misdiagnosed as Autism are on the Autism Spectrum. There are 680 Autism Spectrum diseases, including Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, Muscular Dystrophy, ALS, and even some forms of cancer. Actual Autism is one of the world's rarest diseases effecting only 1 in every 1,200,000 people and requires the agreement of 3 psychiatrists to diagnose it due to the law requiring parents to be immediately arrested and the child put in foster care when the diagnosis is made. There are only 12 psychiatrists on the planet legally authorized to make a diagnosis of actual Autism, again not to be confused with Asperger's which effects 1 in 3 people and can be diagnosed by pretty much anyone. Unlike Asperger's which people are born with, you are not born with Autism, rather Autism is a severe psychosis also known as Childhood Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Every known case of an actual medical diagnosis of actual Autism, has been aa child that was raped between the ages of 3 and 8 and 97% of all cases have been children who were used in child sex prostitution rings/human traffic of sex with toddlers, thus why the law requires the parents to be immediately arrested while still at the doctors office when the diagnosis is made. Because of the arrest law, doctors are hesitant to make a diagnosis of actual Autism.) 

I was raped by adult male priests more than 500 times by the time I was 8 years old.  My first contact with none sexually abusive adults, was the FBI raid that rescued me and 140 other children who were keep locked in rusted dog cages piled up ceiling high, like a puppy mill, only we were human children. Of the 140 of us rescued in that FBI raid, more than half of them commit suicide before reaching the age of 18. Today 40 years later, fewer than 12 of us are still alive. Most were murdered. Beaten to death by men who recognized they were the adult version of a child they had paid money to rape.

I say all of this for a reason. 

In addition to Autism, I also have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder on extremes (actual medical diagnoses) and it makes doing simple everyday things like eating, bathing, an all day chore. I also have Agoraphobia and the longest I went, not only not going outside, but even going out my room was 15 years. I have Selective Mutism, which cripples any ability I have to communicate with others.

I can't function on any kind of social level at all. And after the FBI raid, social workers classified me as "a feral child" a child who acted more animal than human, and was prone to attack humans on sight, growling, hissing, biting, clawing, like a cat.

They assumed I could not understand them. They didn't know that before my uncles took over and started the sex ring, my grandmother had taught me to read and write, so they were surprised when I was able to write and communicate very clearly through writing.

I initially took up writing as a way to communicate with others, because my anxiety levels in the presence of humans was so bad, that I can't talk when in the same room with one. The social interaction I had between the age of 8 and the age of 31, was to be beaten with cinder block bricks, raped by Mormon priests, and locked back in my cage.

So I had 27 years of KNOWING from first hand experience that humans were evil, humans beat you with bricks, humans hurt you, humans rape you, humans starve you, humans torture you, humans break your bones. 

Love, friends, schools, doctors, hugs, TV, movies, warm blankets, bathing, eating with forks and spoons, kindness - these were concepts I had never heard of and couldn't comprehend. 

That human touch could exist WITHOUT it causing pain, I couldn't even fathom that.

Than came the psychiatrists and psychologists, 340 of them from all over the world, to study me, like I was a bug under a microscope. I hated it. I just wanted to be left alone. But no. I was a freak. An oddity. A child whom had been raised completely devoid of any form of love, kindness, or affection. So now I get the joys of being the poster child, whose face is plastered in every college psychology textbook that talks about extreme child abuse and it's effects on the psychosis. All any of that did, was reinforce what I already knew: humans don't give a shit. 30 years later, now other psychologists chide those original psychologists for doing more harm to me than good because, they treated me like a lab rat instead of trying to teach me humans were good.

In the end, I locked myself away on my grandmother's farm, and took up writing. Put up all the 144 billboards in my driveway that have brought millions of tourists to Maine to see Maine's crazy author with all her billboard signs. 

I don't try to write characters who are things I know nothing about.

My main character, grew up raped and abused throughout his childhood, because this is the only thing I know about childhood and I write what I know.

My main character, sleeps on a pile of hay, even as an adult, unable to get used to using beds, because I sleep on a pile of hay, my raring phobia of beds astounds people but I associate beds with rape not sleep and I write what I know. I can not write a scene of a character enjoying a bed, liking a bed, sleeping on a bed, or doing anything other than running in terror from beds, because I don't know it feels like to see a bed as a place to sleep. I write what I know.

My main character, suffers massive phobias, he's scared of everything, he runs in terror from humans, flees to the forest to cower in fear, he can not function socially, because I write what I know and his fictional phobias are the very real world phobias that I live with. I live in growth forests of Maine because fleeing to the safety of trees from the monsters that call themselves humans, that is what I do, so that's why I write my main character doing the same.

My main character, has no friends, because I can't even begin to imagine what having a friend might be like and I write what I know.

My main character, is mostly silent, near mute, suffering severe selective mutism that is trigger by the sight of humans, because I am mostly silent, near mute, suffering severe selective mutism that is trigger by the sight of humans, and I write what I know.

My main character, did not go to school and can not understand what others are talking about when they talk about school, because I did not go to school and I can't understand what others are talking about when they talk about school, and I write what I know.

The readers of my books, see the world through the eyes of a character who lives in mortal terror of the human race, they see the story told from the point of view of a character whose social anxiety is so crippling he can barely function at all whenever humans are around.

I wrote my books that way, see the world through my eyes and I live in mortal terror of the human race, my social anxiety is so crippling I can barely function at all whenever humans are around.

I write what I know.

And you should write what you know.

It may seem like you don't much about society and social interaction, but in fact you do. You know isolation from society. So write it. Don't write how OTHERS feel, write how YOU feel, and put those feelings in your main character.

Don't write what OTHERS would do in those circumstances which come up in your novel... no... write what YOU, a person with social anxiety, who grew up in social solation, write what YOU would do in if the circumstances in the novel were to happen to you.

Write your feelings.

Write your emotions.

Write your fears.

Write your anxieties.

Write your hopes.

Write your dreams.

Write your inner most thoughts and desires.

And that take ALL of that, and put it in your main character, and write your main character as though your main character was you.

Show your readers what it s like, to be YOU.

You don't need to understand how other people feel and react. You only need to understand how YOU feel and react. And than put those feelings you have, and those reactions you had, into your character.

Authors who write what they know, and put themselves into their main characters, are the authors who are capable of writing the most believable, fully fleshed out characters of all. Characters who draw readers right into the story.

Write what you know. And believe me, you know more than you think. Because only YOU know how YOU feel. Only you, know how YOU react to situations. If you always have your characters feel what YOU feel, not what you think they SHOULD feel based on what society say, but straight up, YOUR personal feelings, your emotions, your reactions, I guarantee you'll never be loss for something to write and you'll never run into writers block, because you'll always have your own emotions, your own thoughts, your own feelings, your own reactions to draw on and write about.





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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?

♬ original sound - Wendy C Allen | 📚 Author






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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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