How long does it take to write a 10,000 page essay?

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How long does it take to write a 10000 page essay?

I want to know how long it will take to write a 10000 page essay. I don’t mean 10000 words, I mean 10000 pages. I am making someone in my house do this because they won’t let me get a minecraft account.

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It depends on your writing speed. I am a professional writer. I write on average 7,500 words per day at a rate of 273 average words per page, for a total of 27 pages a day on average. As writing is my career, I write 5 days a week for an average 135 pages a week. There are 52 weeks in a year for a total of 7,020 pages per year. I am a very high speed writer, however, as can be testified to by the fact that in the last 31 years I have written 30+ books, 200+ short stories, 2,000+ articles, a few comic books, a few dozen plays, and 5,500+ essays. The average person writes at 1/10 of the speed I do.

Remember that the average book has 175 pages and takes 6 months to 2 years for the average novelist to write. What you are suggesting is the equivelant to writing 57 novels, which means for most professional writers it would take 57 to 114 years to write 10,000 pages.

So the answer is at the minimum it’ll take no less than 15 months for a professional writer at top speed 5 days a week, to write 10,000 pages, but for the average person it’ll take closer to 4 years to complete this task, and people with writing difficulties may need as long as 7 years to complete this task, provided they write like I do – steady none stop 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. Otherwise it’ll take anywhere up to 114 years if they write only an hour a day 2 or 3 days a week.

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SCRIPT FRENZY: I WON! Info on what I’ve done so far…

Well, spent the night, putting the door back on the barn. Guess who showed up last night and ripped it off it’s nails? Yep, you guessed it – the freaking stupid ass psycho-bitch vandal strikes again! Damn – that door is nearing on 200 years old now – it was built in the 1840′s, it’s the original door to the barn. Stupid vandals, cracked the wood and split it down top to bottom. I asked her why she did it. She said because the door was locked and I wouldn’t give her the key.

????

I’m wondering where the logic is here. Why does the psycho bitch vandal who threatens to kill my pets, need a key to my barn? But than again, when you are dealing with a violent paranoid schizophrenic off her meds I suppose you have to just throw logic out the window right? Speaking of windows – she’d smashed 3 of them off the barn in the past 7 months. I’m so sick of putting in new windows every few weeks, and now the door? What next? SHEESH! Idiot.

So, that set me back on my writing time again, but at least I’m good with carpentry (have to be with freaks like this smashing things every week) so the door is fixed, and all the cats are safe again, except for Kit-Kit of course who is now missing 17 days. So, with the door fixed, and the animals safe from bear, fox, and coyotes again, I got back to my writing for the contest.

OMG! I won! I just reached 105 pages! That puts me over the 100 page requirement! After the roaring start I had, I thought I’d be here 10 days ago, but than vandals arrived in real life and a week of police and real life hectics put Script Frenzy to a screeching halt week 2. I wrote like hell the last 3 days to catch up, and before I knew it I was caught up and AHEAD! OMG! I just hit 100 pages! YAY! And I’ve still got a week to go! And my plot is doing all sorts of freaky things, so who knows how many pages I’ve got left to write – I may have to turn this into a series! I am now officially in the liege of the overachievers group – let’s see how far I go before the 30th.

I was so far behind 3 days ago – that I just sat down and wrote straight through night and day – and now, 3 days later – I’m *shock-gasp* AHEAD! WOW! I like wrote the whole thing in 3 days, out of panic that I wouldn’t make it because I was so far behind! LOL!

Yep. I’m here. I’m ahead, and I’ve got more scripts than I can count flying all over the place. (I write long hand during the day, because I stay outside with the cats and chickens in the remains of my destroyed garden, while guarding the remains of my vandalized car from the thieves who made an attempt at stealing it last week. And while looking for the missing cat that is now 17 days missing, disappearing the day after these vandals threatened to kill my cats. Than at night I retype it all up on my computer in Celtx, and than convert it to PDF and send it to Script Frenzy for validating – it’s a lot of work getting these scripts written up, and a lot of time.)

I haven’t counted my scripts, so I have no idea how many I’m writing. Each one varies from 10 – 20 pages long, as I’m writing shorts. Let’s see if I can remember them all:

FINISHED! YAY!

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a ballet
Emmett (horror) - a play
Jack and Jill’s Big Production (satire) - a play
It Came From The Kitchen A Tale of Rancid Yak Butter (sci-fi) - a play
Over the Edge (horror) - a play

STARTED:

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a play
The Alien Bible – Sodom and Gomorrah (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Ananias and Sapphira (sci-fi) - a play
A Garden Destroyed (vignette) - a play
XavyBlue and The Far Darrig (dark fantasy) - a play
SHIVER (horror) - a play

Planned but not started yet:

The Alien Bible – Danial (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – The Birth of Christ (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Golgotha (sci-fi) - a play
The Juniper Tree (horror) - a play
The Tower of Wives (a twisted retelling of Rapunzel)- a play
The Castle of Blood (horror) - a play
The House (horror in the style of Ju-On/The Grudge)- a play
InuGami (horror) - a play
The Hand (horror) - a play

And in spite of the vandals and everything else: Well, I’ve attended every meeting and…so far I’m the only one whose shown up to any of them. Frustrating as hell, having to juggle the meetings around the vandals, and the fact that the vandals started online stalking and harassing my online friends, has not helped them want to attend the meetings any. Stupid idiot offline vandals turned online stalkers. SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK! people! It was bad enough them harassing me, but now they are harassing my friend too, and got the local Script Frenzy writers scared to attend the meetings. These stalker/vandals are just plain sick.

There’s several people signed up, and there are 6 of them who regularly they’ll message me and say “I’ll be there sure thing tomorrow, can’t wait to meet every one.”, than next day, they say “Sorry, I forgot” or “Sorry I changed my mind” or “Sorry something came up.” Every single meeting every single week, and I’ve got it set up for 2 meetings a week, at times, places, and dates, THEY picked out!

ARRRRRRGH!

Well, least wise most of the meetings are at a restaurant that is only walking distance for me, and it’s a place I’d be going to go to every week anyways, so it’s not like it’s a total loss, seeing how I get a good meal out of it and I usually get 4 or 5 pages written while I’m there, but still, I wish, just once some one who says they are coming to the meeting would actually, you know, not lie to me and actually come!

I wouldn’t mind them not coming so much, if it wasn’t for the fact that the night before they message me saying they’ll be there! I mean, why tell me you are coming if you are not going to come? Well, yeah, I can understand, being all hyped up and ready to go to a meeting and than get some stupid ass threat from some stupid ass stalker vandal, and than being too scared to go to the meeting. Stupid vandals-stalkers. I’m going to agree with her father-in-law who calls her “The Religion Crazed Jealousy Bitch that tries to stop every one from having a life because she doesn’t have one of her own.” He’s right – that is an absolutly perfect description of her: A Religion Crazed Jealously Bitch, who can’t let any one be happy or do anything, because she has to have full and total control of every one and every thing and because she doesn’t have a life worth living she doesn’t want any one else to have one either. I just wish these creeps would get out of my life and out of my friends’ lives and stop making a mess of everything.

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SCRIPT FRENZY: I WON! Info on what I’ve done so far…

Well, spent the night, putting the door back on the barn. Guess who showed up last night and ripped it off it’s nails? Yep, you guessed it – the freaking stupid ass psycho-bitch vandal strikes again! Damn – that door is nearing on 200 years old now – it was built in the 1840′s, it’s the original door to the barn. Stupid vandals, cracked the wood and split it down top to bottom. I asked her why she did it. She said because the door was locked and I wouldn’t give her the key.

????

I’m wondering where the logic is here. Why does the psycho bitch vandal who threatens to kill my pets, need a key to my barn? But than again, when you are dealing with a violent paranoid schizophrenic off her meds I suppose you have to just throw logic out the window right? Speaking of windows – she’d smashed 3 of them off the barn in the past 7 months. I’m so sick of putting in new windows every few weeks, and now the door? What next? SHEESH! Idiot.

So, that set me back on my writing time again, but at least I’m good with carpentry (have to be with freaks like this smashing things every week) so the door is fixed, and all the cats are safe again, except for Kit-Kit of course who is now missing 17 days. So, with the door fixed, and the animals safe from bear, fox, and coyotes again, I got back to my writing for the contest.

OMG! I won! I just reached 105 pages! That puts me over the 100 page requirement! After the roaring start I had, I thought I’d be here 10 days ago, but than vandals arrived in real life and a week of police and real life hectics put Script Frenzy to a screeching halt week 2. I wrote like hell the last 3 days to catch up, and before I knew it I was caught up and AHEAD! OMG! I just hit 100 pages! YAY! And I’ve still got a week to go! And my plot is doing all sorts of freaky things, so who knows how many pages I’ve got left to write – I may have to turn this into a series! I am now officially in the liege of the overachievers group – let’s see how far I go before the 30th.

I was so far behind 3 days ago – that I just sat down and wrote straight through night and day – and now, 3 days later – I’m *shock-gasp* AHEAD! WOW! I like wrote the whole thing in 3 days, out of panic that I wouldn’t make it because I was so far behind! LOL!

Yep. I’m here. I’m ahead, and I’ve got more scripts than I can count flying all over the place. (I write long hand during the day, because I stay outside with the cats and chickens in the remains of my destroyed garden, while guarding the remains of my vandalized car from the thieves who made an attempt at stealing it last week. And while looking for the missing cat that is now 17 days missing, disappearing the day after these vandals threatened to kill my cats. Than at night I retype it all up on my computer in Celtx, and than convert it to PDF and send it to Script Frenzy for validating – it’s a lot of work getting these scripts written up, and a lot of time.)

I haven’t counted my scripts, so I have no idea how many I’m writing. Each one varies from 10 – 20 pages long, as I’m writing shorts. Let’s see if I can remember them all:

FINISHED! YAY!

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a ballet
Emmett (horror) - a play
Jack and Jill’s Big Production (satire) - a play
It Came From The Kitchen A Tale of Rancid Yak Butter (sci-fi) - a play
Over the Edge (horror) - a play

STARTED:

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a play
The Alien Bible – Sodom and Gomorrah (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Ananias and Sapphira (sci-fi) - a play
A Garden Destroyed (vignette) - a play
XavyBlue and The Far Darrig (dark fantasy) - a play
SHIVER (horror) - a play

Planned but not started yet:

The Alien Bible – Danial (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – The Birth of Christ (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Golgotha (sci-fi) - a play
The Juniper Tree (horror) - a play
The Tower of Wives (a twisted retelling of Rapunzel)- a play
The Castle of Blood (horror) - a play
The House (horror in the style of Ju-On/The Grudge)- a play
InuGami (horror) - a play
The Hand (horror) - a play

And in spite of the vandals and everything else: Well, I’ve attended every meeting and…so far I’m the only one whose shown up to any of them. Frustrating as hell, having to juggle the meetings around the vandals, and the fact that the vandals started online stalking and harassing my online friends, has not helped them want to attend the meetings any. Stupid idiot offline vandals turned online stalkers. SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK! people! It was bad enough them harassing me, but now they are harassing my friend too, and got the local Script Frenzy writers scared to attend the meetings. These stalker/vandals are just plain sick.

There’s several people signed up, and there are 6 of them who regularly they’ll message me and say “I’ll be there sure thing tomorrow, can’t wait to meet every one.”, than next day, they say “Sorry, I forgot” or “Sorry I changed my mind” or “Sorry something came up.” Every single meeting every single week, and I’ve got it set up for 2 meetings a week, at times, places, and dates, THEY picked out!

ARRRRRRGH!

Well, least wise most of the meetings are at a restaurant that is only walking distance for me, and it’s a place I’d be going to go to every week anyways, so it’s not like it’s a total loss, seeing how I get a good meal out of it and I usually get 4 or 5 pages written while I’m there, but still, I wish, just once some one who says they are coming to the meeting would actually, you know, not lie to me and actually come!

I wouldn’t mind them not coming so much, if it wasn’t for the fact that the night before they message me saying they’ll be there! I mean, why tell me you are coming if you are not going to come? Well, yeah, I can understand, being all hyped up and ready to go to a meeting and than get some stupid ass threat from some stupid ass stalker vandal, and than being too scared to go to the meeting. Stupid vandals-stalkers. I’m going to agree with her father-in-law who calls her “The Religion Crazed Jealousy Bitch that tries to stop every one from having a life because she doesn’t have one of her own.” He’s right – that is an absolutly perfect description of her: A Religion Crazed Jealously Bitch, who can’t let any one be happy or do anything, because she has to have full and total control of every one and every thing and because she doesn’t have a life worth living she doesn’t want any one else to have one either. I just wish these creeps would get out of my life and out of my friends’ lives and stop making a mess of everything.

http://twitter.com/EelKat
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>SCRIPT FRENZY: I WON! Info on what I’ve done so far…

>

Well, spent the night, putting the door back on the barn. Guess who showed up last night and ripped it off it’s nails? Yep, you guessed it – the freaking stupid ass psycho-bitch vandal strikes again! Damn – that door is nearing on 200 years old now – it was built in the 1840′s, it’s the original door to the barn. Stupid vandals, cracked the wood and split it down top to bottom. I asked her why she did it. She said because the door was locked and I wouldn’t give her the key.

????

I’m wondering where the logic is here. Why does the psycho bitch vandal who threatens to kill my pets, need a key to my barn? But than again, when you are dealing with a violent paranoid schizophrenic off her meds I suppose you have to just throw logic out the window right? Speaking of windows – she’d smashed 3 of them off the barn in the past 7 months. I’m so sick of putting in new windows every few weeks, and now the door? What next? SHEESH! Idiot.

So, that set me back on my writing time again, but at least I’m good with carpentry (have to be with freaks like this smashing things every week) so the door is fixed, and all the cats are safe again, except for Kit-Kit of course who is now missing 17 days. So, with the door fixed, and the animals safe from bear, fox, and coyotes again, I got back to my writing for the contest.

OMG! I won! I just reached 105 pages! That puts me over the 100 page requirement! After the roaring start I had, I thought I’d be here 10 days ago, but than vandals arrived in real life and a week of police and real life hectics put Script Frenzy to a screeching halt week 2. I wrote like hell the last 3 days to catch up, and before I knew it I was caught up and AHEAD! OMG! I just hit 100 pages! YAY! And I’ve still got a week to go! And my plot is doing all sorts of freaky things, so who knows how many pages I’ve got left to write – I may have to turn this into a series! I am now officially in the liege of the overachievers group – let’s see how far I go before the 30th.

I was so far behind 3 days ago – that I just sat down and wrote straight through night and day – and now, 3 days later – I’m *shock-gasp* AHEAD! WOW! I like wrote the whole thing in 3 days, out of panic that I wouldn’t make it because I was so far behind! LOL!

Yep. I’m here. I’m ahead, and I’ve got more scripts than I can count flying all over the place. (I write long hand during the day, because I stay outside with the cats and chickens in the remains of my destroyed garden, while guarding the remains of my vandalized car from the thieves who made an attempt at stealing it last week. And while looking for the missing cat that is now 17 days missing, disappearing the day after these vandals threatened to kill my cats. Than at night I retype it all up on my computer in Celtx, and than convert it to PDF and send it to Script Frenzy for validating – it’s a lot of work getting these scripts written up, and a lot of time.)

I haven’t counted my scripts, so I have no idea how many I’m writing. Each one varies from 10 – 20 pages long, as I’m writing shorts. Let’s see if I can remember them all:

FINISHED! YAY!

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a ballet
Emmett (horror) - a play
Jack and Jill’s Big Production (satire) - a play
It Came From The Kitchen A Tale of Rancid Yak Butter (sci-fi) - a play
Over the Edge (horror) - a play

STARTED:

The Pearl Necklace (dark fantasy) - a play
The Alien Bible – Sodom and Gomorrah (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Ananias and Sapphira (sci-fi) - a play
A Garden Destroyed (vignette) - a play
XavyBlue and The Far Darrig (dark fantasy) - a play
SHIVER (horror) - a play

Planned but not started yet:

The Alien Bible – Danial (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – The Birth of Christ (sci-fi) - a play
The Alien Bible – Golgotha (sci-fi) - a play
The Juniper Tree (horror) - a play
The Tower of Wives (a twisted retelling of Rapunzel)- a play
The Castle of Blood (horror) - a play
The House (horror in the style of Ju-On/The Grudge)- a play
InuGami (horror) - a play
The Hand (horror) - a play

And in spite of the vandals and everything else: Well, I’ve attended every meeting and…so far I’m the only one whose shown up to any of them. Frustrating as hell, having to juggle the meetings around the vandals, and the fact that the vandals started online stalking and harassing my online friends, has not helped them want to attend the meetings any. Stupid idiot offline vandals turned online stalkers. SICK! SICK! SICK! SICK! people! It was bad enough them harassing me, but now they are harassing my friend too, and got the local Script Frenzy writers scared to attend the meetings. These stalker/vandals are just plain sick.

There’s several people signed up, and there are 6 of them who regularly they’ll message me and say “I’ll be there sure thing tomorrow, can’t wait to meet every one.”, than next day, they say “Sorry, I forgot” or “Sorry I changed my mind” or “Sorry something came up.” Every single meeting every single week, and I’ve got it set up for 2 meetings a week, at times, places, and dates, THEY picked out!

ARRRRRRGH!

Well, least wise most of the meetings are at a restaurant that is only walking distance for me, and it’s a place I’d be going to go to every week anyways, so it’s not like it’s a total loss, seeing how I get a good meal out of it and I usually get 4 or 5 pages written while I’m there, but still, I wish, just once some one who says they are coming to the meeting would actually, you know, not lie to me and actually come!

I wouldn’t mind them not coming so much, if it wasn’t for the fact that the night before they message me saying they’ll be there! I mean, why tell me you are coming if you are not going to come? Well, yeah, I can understand, being all hyped up and ready to go to a meeting and than get some stupid ass threat from some stupid ass stalker vandal, and than being too scared to go to the meeting. Stupid vandals-stalkers. I’m going to agree with her father-in-law who calls her “The Religion Crazed Jealousy Bitch that tries to stop every one from having a life because she doesn’t have one of her own.” He’s right – that is an absolutly perfect description of her: A Religion Crazed Jealously Bitch, who can’t let any one be happy or do anything, because she has to have full and total control of every one and every thing and because she doesn’t have a life worth living she doesn’t want any one else to have one either. I just wish these creeps would get out of my life and out of my friends’ lives and stop making a mess of everything.

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>Unexpected new fish arrives today – and new Script Frenzy script started

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I came home with an unexpected new member of the family – pet store was giving away free fish – I now have a blue male betta. I had to buy a new tank set up just for him, since he can’t go in with my Ranchus. Bettas are like mini piranhas, they’ll attack and kill the other fish, even though the Ranchus are nearly 6 inches long and he’s less than 2 inches. The Ranchus are red and have long fins, so he’ll go right after them. I’m calling him Xavyblue, because I don’t currently have an Xavier. For well over 30 years, at least one of my pets, always red, is named Xavier – I’ve had tons of Xaviers over the years, usually they were red roosters. This is my first fish named Xavier, but because he’s blue and not red – and only my third non-red-head Xavier – so I added Blue to the end of his name, thus I am calling him Xavyblue.

Xavyblue is out of the teeny tiny bowl he’d lived in at the store, in his new tank, hiding under what is probably the first real live plant he’s ever seen. He’s swimming around, very happy, but very temperamental if he sees anything purple! This fish DOES NOT like purple! He flies right to the edge of the tank, with all his fins erect in threat-mode and swims back and forth very fast. Actually, that’s why I picked him.

They had about 10 or 12 Bettas there and told me to pick one of them. Most of them, just sat there sluggish on the bottoms of their tiny bowls, not moving at all. There were two females, with beautiful white/pink/blue mottling on their sides. There were two red males, bright blazon red, with huge fins. The rest were various blue males, some pale blue with white fins, some blue with red fins. I was way over a half hour examining each fish, before I picked my Xavyblue. I was/am wearing my Naraku CosPlay, which consists of a long furisode kimono with long purple sleeves. I guess to them I looked like a giant bright colored long finned fish. Anyways, every time I walked by, Xavyblue went into attack mode and swam furiously at the edge trying to attack me through his bowl. He’s a very lively active fish full of wild energy and stood out from the other Bettas that were swimming around sluggishly and so he’s the one who came home with me.

He’s got a huge tail fin – twice as long as his whole body it – beautiful metallic navy blue with a black head. Xavyblue is very dark highly metallic navy blue. His head is black, and his body gets lighter towards the back, with his tail fin being a bright royal blue. In the sunlight he has a metal-flake purple sheen, but without a light on him he looks matte black. He’s a lovely fish. I wonder if it’s his purple tint that makes him hate the color purple so much?

Here’s a picture of him:

Xavyblue is my first Betta (Siamese Fighting Fish) – always wanted one, just never got around to getting one. Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta for spending more than $10. Not hard for me – I spend $20 – $40 a week just on catfood alone! And my Ranchus, well, rare fish like this, need really high maintenance – I had them shipped from Japan, because there are no breeders in the area, and the only place the pet shop could find any for sale was from Japan, so I’ve got these huge totally round tennis ball sized and shaped goldfish, that require constant care, which normal goldfish wouldn’t require. Because they are so huge, they go through 8oz of food a month (1oz should last 4 months for goldfish), they have a special filter system to mimic Chinese mountain steams that they are native too, and it needs replacing every month. Plus they have live plants which they uproot and devour, meaning I have to buy all new plants every other month. I spend about $50 per month on my Ranchus. These are NOT your average goldfish – they are rare exotic show fish. So, yeah, most of my income goes to the pet store, so me spending $10, is no biggie, and of course when I’ve been wanting a Betta for several years anyways and suddenly I’m being told “You spent $10, would you like a free Betta?”, well, of course I brought him home!

Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta, but than, here I am with a free Betta and no place to put him. So, a free unplanned on fish ending up costing me $25 more than I planned on spending, because I had no Betta supplies at home, and thus had to buy some so that he’d have a place to live once I got him home. I guess that’s what you call a marketing scam – give you a free fish, knowing you’ll have to spend money to have a place for him to live!

I had Xavyblue in his tank less than five minutes before Dog showed up and stuffed his head down in the tank. I had to build an anti-Dog cover for the tank, Dog (a cat) already got his head stuck in the opening, and Xavyblue ain’t even been home 20 minutes yet! None of the other cats care a thing about fish – only Dog ever gets his head and paws in the tanks. Feeding fish and cleaning the tanks, is like the highlight of Dog’s days, he hears me getting the food or the pump and suddenly he’s right there.

And since I didn’t plan on buying a new fish, I was at the pet store first before doing everything else, which meant that Xavyblue just spent the last 4 hours in the car. While in the car though, I suddenly got an idea and started writing. I didn’t count them, but I got about 10 pages of a new Script Frenzy script started. As of yet it is unnamed, but the main character is a blue fairy-type person, named, yep, Xavyblue. I got the idea for the story while sitting in the car with Xavyblue riding on my lap. I’ll go type it up tonight so I can run it through the validator bot. I think I had 65 pages validated so far. Right now I’m only about 5 pages behind and since I can write 50 pages in 3 days, I should be back on track by tomorrow night. There’s only a few days left of the contest so I have to hurry to get back on track and reach 100 pages before the end. I lost so much time dealing with those stupid vandals during week two of the contest. Damn. And I had such a great start too, I was writing three days worth of writing every day the first week. Stupid vandals, messed up everything. Well, maybe getting Xavyblue was a good thing in many ways, seeing how he inspired a whole new script for me to write and I’m back in the race again, writing once again.

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Unexpected new fish arrives today – and new Script Frenzy script started

I came home with an unexpected new member of the family – pet store was giving away free fish – I now have a blue male betta. I had to buy a new tank set up just for him, since he can’t go in with my Ranchus. Bettas are like mini piranhas, they’ll attack and kill the other fish, even though the Ranchus are nearly 6 inches long and he’s less than 2 inches. The Ranchus are red and have long fins, so he’ll go right after them. I’m calling him Xavyblue, because I don’t currently have an Xavier. For well over 30 years, at least one of my pets, always red, is named Xavier – I’ve had tons of Xaviers over the years, usually they were red roosters. This is my first fish named Xavier, but because he’s blue and not red – and only my third non-red-head Xavier – so I added Blue to the end of his name, thus I am calling him Xavyblue.

Xavyblue is out of the teeny tiny bowl he’d lived in at the store, in his new tank, hiding under what is probably the first real live plant he’s ever seen. He’s swimming around, very happy, but very temperamental if he sees anything purple! This fish DOES NOT like purple! He flies right to the edge of the tank, with all his fins erect in threat-mode and swims back and forth very fast. Actually, that’s why I picked him.

They had about 10 or 12 Bettas there and told me to pick one of them. Most of them, just sat there sluggish on the bottoms of their tiny bowls, not moving at all. There were two females, with beautiful white/pink/blue mottling on their sides. There were two red males, bright blazon red, with huge fins. The rest were various blue males, some pale blue with white fins, some blue with red fins. I was way over a half hour examining each fish, before I picked my Xavyblue. I was/am wearing my Naraku CosPlay, which consists of a long furisode kimono with long purple sleeves. I guess to them I looked like a giant bright colored long finned fish. Anyways, every time I walked by, Xavyblue went into attack mode and swam furiously at the edge trying to attack me through his bowl. He’s a very lively active fish full of wild energy and stood out from the other Bettas that were swimming around sluggishly and so he’s the one who came home with me.

He’s got a huge tail fin – twice as long as his whole body it – beautiful metallic navy blue with a black head. Xavyblue is very dark highly metallic navy blue. His head is black, and his body gets lighter towards the back, with his tail fin being a bright royal blue. In the sunlight he has a metal-flake purple sheen, but without a light on him he looks matte black. He’s a lovely fish. I wonder if it’s his purple tint that makes him hate the color purple so much?

Here’s a picture of him:

Xavyblue is my first Betta (Siamese Fighting Fish) – always wanted one, just never got around to getting one. Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta for spending more than $10. Not hard for me – I spend $20 – $40 a week just on catfood alone! And my Ranchus, well, rare fish like this, need really high maintenance – I had them shipped from Japan, because there are no breeders in the area, and the only place the pet shop could find any for sale was from Japan, so I’ve got these huge totally round tennis ball sized and shaped goldfish, that require constant care, which normal goldfish wouldn’t require. Because they are so huge, they go through 8oz of food a month (1oz should last 4 months for goldfish), they have a special filter system to mimic Chinese mountain steams that they are native too, and it needs replacing every month. Plus they have live plants which they uproot and devour, meaning I have to buy all new plants every other month. I spend about $50 per month on my Ranchus. These are NOT your average goldfish – they are rare exotic show fish. So, yeah, most of my income goes to the pet store, so me spending $10, is no biggie, and of course when I’ve been wanting a Betta for several years anyways and suddenly I’m being told “You spent $10, would you like a free Betta?”, well, of course I brought him home!

Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta, but than, here I am with a free Betta and no place to put him. So, a free unplanned on fish ending up costing me $25 more than I planned on spending, because I had no Betta supplies at home, and thus had to buy some so that he’d have a place to live once I got him home. I guess that’s what you call a marketing scam – give you a free fish, knowing you’ll have to spend money to have a place for him to live!

I had Xavyblue in his tank less than five minutes before Dog showed up and stuffed his head down in the tank. I had to build an anti-Dog cover for the tank, Dog (a cat) already got his head stuck in the opening, and Xavyblue ain’t even been home 20 minutes yet! None of the other cats care a thing about fish – only Dog ever gets his head and paws in the tanks. Feeding fish and cleaning the tanks, is like the highlight of Dog’s days, he hears me getting the food or the pump and suddenly he’s right there.

And since I didn’t plan on buying a new fish, I was at the pet store first before doing everything else, which meant that Xavyblue just spent the last 4 hours in the car. While in the car though, I suddenly got an idea and started writing. I didn’t count them, but I got about 10 pages of a new Script Frenzy script started. As of yet it is unnamed, but the main character is a blue fairy-type person, named, yep, Xavyblue. I got the idea for the story while sitting in the car with Xavyblue riding on my lap. I’ll go type it up tonight so I can run it through the validator bot. I think I had 65 pages validated so far. Right now I’m only about 5 pages behind and since I can write 50 pages in 3 days, I should be back on track by tomorrow night. There’s only a few days left of the contest so I have to hurry to get back on track and reach 100 pages before the end. I lost so much time dealing with those stupid vandals during week two of the contest. Damn. And I had such a great start too, I was writing three days worth of writing every day the first week. Stupid vandals, messed up everything. Well, maybe getting Xavyblue was a good thing in many ways, seeing how he inspired a whole new script for me to write and I’m back in the race again, writing once again.

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Unexpected new fish arrives today – and new Script Frenzy script started

I came home with an unexpected new member of the family – pet store was giving away free fish – I now have a blue male betta. I had to buy a new tank set up just for him, since he can’t go in with my Ranchus. Bettas are like mini piranhas, they’ll attack and kill the other fish, even though the Ranchus are nearly 6 inches long and he’s less than 2 inches. The Ranchus are red and have long fins, so he’ll go right after them. I’m calling him Xavyblue, because I don’t currently have an Xavier. For well over 30 years, at least one of my pets, always red, is named Xavier – I’ve had tons of Xaviers over the years, usually they were red roosters. This is my first fish named Xavier, but because he’s blue and not red – and only my third non-red-head Xavier – so I added Blue to the end of his name, thus I am calling him Xavyblue.

Xavyblue is out of the teeny tiny bowl he’d lived in at the store, in his new tank, hiding under what is probably the first real live plant he’s ever seen. He’s swimming around, very happy, but very temperamental if he sees anything purple! This fish DOES NOT like purple! He flies right to the edge of the tank, with all his fins erect in threat-mode and swims back and forth very fast. Actually, that’s why I picked him.

They had about 10 or 12 Bettas there and told me to pick one of them. Most of them, just sat there sluggish on the bottoms of their tiny bowls, not moving at all. There were two females, with beautiful white/pink/blue mottling on their sides. There were two red males, bright blazon red, with huge fins. The rest were various blue males, some pale blue with white fins, some blue with red fins. I was way over a half hour examining each fish, before I picked my Xavyblue. I was/am wearing my Naraku CosPlay, which consists of a long furisode kimono with long purple sleeves. I guess to them I looked like a giant bright colored long finned fish. Anyways, every time I walked by, Xavyblue went into attack mode and swam furiously at the edge trying to attack me through his bowl. He’s a very lively active fish full of wild energy and stood out from the other Bettas that were swimming around sluggishly and so he’s the one who came home with me.

He’s got a huge tail fin – twice as long as his whole body it – beautiful metallic navy blue with a black head. Xavyblue is very dark highly metallic navy blue. His head is black, and his body gets lighter towards the back, with his tail fin being a bright royal blue. In the sunlight he has a metal-flake purple sheen, but without a light on him he looks matte black. He’s a lovely fish. I wonder if it’s his purple tint that makes him hate the color purple so much?

Here’s a picture of him:

Xavyblue is my first Betta (Siamese Fighting Fish) – always wanted one, just never got around to getting one. Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta for spending more than $10. Not hard for me – I spend $20 – $40 a week just on catfood alone! And my Ranchus, well, rare fish like this, need really high maintenance – I had them shipped from Japan, because there are no breeders in the area, and the only place the pet shop could find any for sale was from Japan, so I’ve got these huge totally round tennis ball sized and shaped goldfish, that require constant care, which normal goldfish wouldn’t require. Because they are so huge, they go through 8oz of food a month (1oz should last 4 months for goldfish), they have a special filter system to mimic Chinese mountain steams that they are native too, and it needs replacing every month. Plus they have live plants which they uproot and devour, meaning I have to buy all new plants every other month. I spend about $50 per month on my Ranchus. These are NOT your average goldfish – they are rare exotic show fish. So, yeah, most of my income goes to the pet store, so me spending $10, is no biggie, and of course when I’ve been wanting a Betta for several years anyways and suddenly I’m being told “You spent $10, would you like a free Betta?”, well, of course I brought him home!

Xavyblue was completely unplanned on – I was at the pet store buying food for the Ranchus and they gave me a free Betta, but than, here I am with a free Betta and no place to put him. So, a free unplanned on fish ending up costing me $25 more than I planned on spending, because I had no Betta supplies at home, and thus had to buy some so that he’d have a place to live once I got him home. I guess that’s what you call a marketing scam – give you a free fish, knowing you’ll have to spend money to have a place for him to live!

I had Xavyblue in his tank less than five minutes before Dog showed up and stuffed his head down in the tank. I had to build an anti-Dog cover for the tank, Dog (a cat) already got his head stuck in the opening, and Xavyblue ain’t even been home 20 minutes yet! None of the other cats care a thing about fish – only Dog ever gets his head and paws in the tanks. Feeding fish and cleaning the tanks, is like the highlight of Dog’s days, he hears me getting the food or the pump and suddenly he’s right there.

And since I didn’t plan on buying a new fish, I was at the pet store first before doing everything else, which meant that Xavyblue just spent the last 4 hours in the car. While in the car though, I suddenly got an idea and started writing. I didn’t count them, but I got about 10 pages of a new Script Frenzy script started. As of yet it is unnamed, but the main character is a blue fairy-type person, named, yep, Xavyblue. I got the idea for the story while sitting in the car with Xavyblue riding on my lap. I’ll go type it up tonight so I can run it through the validator bot. I think I had 65 pages validated so far. Right now I’m only about 5 pages behind and since I can write 50 pages in 3 days, I should be back on track by tomorrow night. There’s only a few days left of the contest so I have to hurry to get back on track and reach 100 pages before the end. I lost so much time dealing with those stupid vandals during week two of the contest. Damn. And I had such a great start too, I was writing three days worth of writing every day the first week. Stupid vandals, messed up everything. Well, maybe getting Xavyblue was a good thing in many ways, seeing how he inspired a whole new script for me to write and I’m back in the race again, writing once again.

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Script Frenzy Update: I’ve started work on “The Alien Bible”

Wishing the weather would decide wither it wanted to rain or snow, right now it’s slushing out, a little bit of both. Not looking forward to the fact that whenever we get snow this time of the year I have to deal with local church crazies showing up in my yard and saying I’m a “weather witch” accusing me of making it snow just to spite them and kill their newly planted seeds. Frustrating that these people have so little to do in their own lives that they have to barge into my life with these jackass accusations. Pitiful waste of existence. They need to get a life.

Just back from the Script Frenzy Write In Meeting at The Golden Rooster. The waitress has stopped bringing a menu and asking what I want. Now she comes over and says: “Tea, garden omelet, and English muffins, right?” I am a creature of habit. I don’t know if that’s the Autism or the OCD, but same table, same order, same time, same day, every single week, and it’s going on three years this way now. Been eating and writing at The Golden Rooster since 2008. I just found out today that my booth is #13, wow – if my witch accusers knew that, they’d say “It’s a sign, I told you she was evil”. LOL! (I was born on the 13th, they believe that’s why I have “an evil spirit” they say hat every one born on the 13th does. Weird. I don’t know where they come up with these lame brained ideas of theirs.)

Well, as I mentioned before, I finished Emmett, the play I had planned on writing 3 years ago, but for some reason never wrote. I just kept putting it off. I did that day 5 of the contest, bringing my page count to 51 pages, and than as you all know, my witch accusers, went all hysterical. (See the blog posts from April 5th to April 11th for more info).

Sorry I’ve been offline for the past week. The past week has been a mess, the witch accusing, vandals trashed my car, than stole it and sold it. Been all week with police etc, and haven’t written a single word because of it, and haven’t been online either. I have to get a friend to take me to the meetings now, my car is beyond totaled. I am so pissed at these people, and so tired – I didn’t get any sleep for 5 days straight, than slept all at once for 2 days straight! ACK! My sleep is so messed up now!

I have now found out from the mouth of the vandals themselves why they trashed my car, than stole it and sold it: I bought a bathing suit.

uh-huh. Okay. So, what does me buying a bathing suit, have to do with trashing my car? I ask you, is there any logic in that? Did I mention that these people a freaking off their rocker? Apparently, all women who wear bathing suits are evil and demon possessed and it’s her “God given right” to “clean the streets of London just as Jack the Ripper did”. Uhm. Scary how she’s classifying herself as a modern day Jack the Ripper. She’s been railing on about how “women with bathing suits are all prostitutes and whores”, and how “Jack the Ripper had the right idea, kill them all I say!”. I find this last statement very disturbing. Especially given the death threats being more rampant than ever of late. She seems to be moving up in ranks with her delusions, and the fact that she is now identifying herself with Jack the Ripper, is something I find, very, very, very troubling. Her doctors keep putting her on psych meds, but she boasts loudly of flushing them down the toilet (my toilet no less, for some hare brained reason, which is how I know for a fact that she did actually flush her meds. seeing how I saw her doing it.) She’s been calling Jack the Ripper a Saint. I do fear, that this glorifying Jack the Ripper the way she is, is a dangerous addition to her already insane actions, and the violence of this past week at the same time, clearly indicates that this woman is in serious need of a straight jacket.

Well, seeing how all this happened, during the writing contest, and you know me, everything that happens in my life I write down, and me now a week behind on the contest writing and needing to catch up, it occurred to me that I should write about what happened. Well, all her quoting violent Bible Scriptures and using them as justification for her vandalisms, gave me another idea. You remember a while back I had mentioned, somewhat in passing, that I had an idea to write a series of plays based on sections of the Bible, and call it “The Alien Bible”, well, at The Golden Rooster today, over an omelet and a cup of tea, I wrote down the first 4 pages of “The Alien Bible”.

“The Alien Bible” for those who hadn’t heard, was to e a re-translation of the Bible, put into stage play formate. It was intended as a satire look at how the Bible has been translated and retranslated for centuries, until it became the often misquoted book which we know and love (or loath?) today. It was to be written, as though it was a translation of the Bible, translated by the “prophet” of a UFO cult, in which God and his angels were aliens from outer space, Mary was an alien abductee, and Jesus the first Alien-Human hybrid.

I dropped the idea, after an onslaught of nasty emails from my ever devoted stalking witch accusers, because I realized if they were that upset about the idea, than they’d be landing on my door step with violence and hate if I actually went ahead and wrote it (as the do following every new book I write).

Well, seeing how they took their vandalisms and violence to an ultimate new high last week, I figured, why should I put aside writing a book, to keep them from doing these things, when they are just going to do them anyways wither I write the book or not? I mean, I stopped writing it and they STILL acted out violence, and because I bought a bathing suit no less! And how scary is it that they followed me to the store to even know about the fact that I bought a bathing suit to begin with? And people wonder why I have Agoraphobia and so rarely leave the house! With stalkers like this, it’s not easy to go outside at all. At least they’ve stopped shooting me with paint-balls, but this whole thing is really getting a bit beyond ridiculous. I mean, don’t they have ANYTHING better to do than follow me to the store and watch me buy a bathing suit, than rush back to my car and smash the hell out of it because I bought a bathing suit? And why me? What did I ever do to them? What the hell did I do that started them going bonkers about me like this to begin with? Why have they fixated on stalking me? I don’t get it. I simply don’t get it at all! I think to spend your like stalking, harassing and vandalizing someone is utterly idiotic. And I know you are reading this, so this is to you my dearly devoted stalker: GET A LIFE OF YOUR OWN SO YOU CAN GET OUT OF MINE! THERE ARE BETTER THINGS YOU COULD DO WITH YOUR LIFE! GET A JOB! GET A HOBBY! STOP MAKING A CAREER OUT OF HARASSING ME! But will she listen? Not likely. She’s too busy “listening to God”. Yep. Just like her father, that one. Crazier than a bat out of Hell.

So, seeing how I have to deal with bullies and vandals, and hate crimes, I thought it only appropriate to start “The Alien Bible” off with Acts 5 and the story of the thief who stole and sold property that did not belong to him: The Story of Ananias and Sapphira. You see, I know my vandals well. And I know that Acts 5, is one of her favorite scriptures ever, thanks to the infamous Pastor Elliot, aka her own personal Ananias. And I know she knows what he did to her, and what happened to him, 7 years to the day, later, I know this, because a week afterwards, my Bishop on HER FALSE ACCUSATIONS threatened to excommunicate on grounds of “killing people by spell casting and witchcraft”. Read your Bible, honey. Read ALL of Acts 5. Angels are fearsome creatures. But than, you did to me what Pastor Elliot did to you? My how the tables have turned. You have become the thing you hated most – Ananias, the thief in the night, the thief who stole and sold what was not his. So many times I heard you preach Acts 5 to Pastor Elliot.

And so I dedicate to you, my stalker, the Ananias of my Goldeneagle, this, the first chapter, Act 1, Scene One, of “The Alien Bible: Ananias and The Apostle”.

And to re-write it, means I must reread the original. Saint Peter was a bloody bastard wasn’t he? Murdered a man & wife for refusing to give him their land, kicked another guy down the hill and laughed as the man’s blood and bowl renched forth from his belly – got to love the murderous men of God. There’s a reason there are no “Prophets of the Lord” today – they are all locked up in metal institutes for saying God told them to kill. Funny, I seem to recall hearing that… oh yeah, Jack the Ripper, I was just talking about that wasn’t I? of course – growing up with a “Prophet of the Lord” kind of gave me an inside look at to how sick & perverted the Bible prophets really were.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Bloody, bloody bastards. Moses killed 3,000 Israelites in the wilderness, and every one sits around marveling. Yep. Religious nuts do have a history of glorifying serial killers don’t they? Let’s not forget to mention that there is NOT ONE SINGLE serial killer in history, who was not described by his friends as “a good Christian, went to church every Sunday”. uhm-huh. Wonderful Christians they turned out to be, bu wait, they was only doing EXACTLY what the Bible told them to do! For these men, were not content to just sit in church on Sunday and listen to the nice fluffy things taught from the pulpit – no – these en knew their Bible’s well. These men ACTUALLY READ their Bibles.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Probably too ashamed to admit that the Prophets were above the Ten Commandments – so if the Prophets could kill, why can’t the rest of us? That’s the rational religious crazies use. That’s the rational my ever loving stalker uses. Do you see the upside down logic here? The Prophets tell you not to commit sins they themselves glorified in: Do as I say, not as I do. That’s why serial killers become serial killers. They say: “Well if it was good enough for the Prophets…” The words my stalker now says.

And as she points out, even, Jesus himself had a bloody temper killed a 12 year old boy and beat to a pulp “sinners in the temple”. My stalker knows her Bible well, or she would not even know of these events, because they are overlooked by all preachers and teachers, who want you to think Jesus was a Saint who never hurt any one. But was he? Really? That’s NOT what the Bible teaches. According to the Bible, Jesus had a nasty temper. But how many church leaders tell you that? If you are not well versed in the Bible, than you don’t even know the Bible says such things about Jesus. And did you know Jesus WASN’T a carpenter? He was a cloth maker, a dyer of fine linen. It’s right there in the Bible. Why didn’t you know that? Why did you think he was a carpenter? Because that’s what your church leaders told you, and you believed them, without checking your Bible to see if the Bible agreed with what they told you.

My Bishop calls me an apostate, but damn, I’m only quoting the Bible. Didn’t he ever read the Bible? ALL of it? Not just the pretty parts? How can it be apostasy if I’m quoting scripture? Now there is a man who does not know his Bible. He should not be Bishop, not if he can get stumped on me quoting scripture and say it’s apostasy. A Bishop should know his Bible better than that. We once had a Bishop who admitted he’d never once read the Bible and was deeply troubled when he looked up the verses I had quoted; he said – he had no idea the Bible said those things, not until he looked them up for himself, he had always quoted from the Church’s pre-printed text books and lesson manuals, he had never bothered to actually check the facts as they are written in the Bible itself – it shattered his “blind faith”.

People are far to willing to sit a listen to the sunshine and glory taught in church, than nod and smile and say “Yes, that MUST be what the Bible says, otherwise why would my church leader preach it?”, but no one ever goes home and sits down and reads the Bible to find out want it REALLY says, they are content to believe every word preached from the pulpit and never once check the facts to see if what they were taught is what was true.

That is why, the “religious crazies” are crazy, because they DID read their Bibles, and they know, what is taught in churches on Sunday is a far cry from what the Bible actually says, and they, in their sick perverted delusions, act upon the Bible’s ACTUAL words of blood and hate and violence, and thus why they become violent fanatics.

I’m sick of Sunday School Teachers and Church Leaders glamorizing scripture – tell it like it is for once! You’ve got 2,000 pages and they read the same 10 or 20 verses every week – too damn terrified people will leave if they heard the TRUTH. Sure, you’d have a lot less church members, but the streets would have a lot less nuts, vandals, and serial killers too! And which is MORE IMPORTANT: your fat wallets or the safety of our children?

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>Script Frenzy Update: I’ve started work on "The Alien Bible"

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Wishing the weather would decide wither it wanted to rain or snow, right now it’s slushing out, a little bit of both. Not looking forward to the fact that whenever we get snow this time of the year I have to deal with local church crazies showing up in my yard and saying I’m a “weather witch” accusing me of making it snow just to spite them and kill their newly planted seeds. Frustrating that these people have so little to do in their own lives that they have to barge into my life with these jackass accusations. Pitiful waste of existence. They need to get a life.

Just back from the Script Frenzy Write In Meeting at The Golden Rooster. The waitress has stopped bringing a menu and asking what I want. Now she comes over and says: “Tea, garden omelet, and English muffins, right?” I am a creature of habit. I don’t know if that’s the Autism or the OCD, but same table, same order, same time, same day, every single week, and it’s going on three years this way now. Been eating and writing at The Golden Rooster since 2008. I just found out today that my booth is #13, wow – if my witch accusers knew that, they’d say “It’s a sign, I told you she was evil”. LOL! (I was born on the 13th, they believe that’s why I have “an evil spirit” they say hat every one born on the 13th does. Weird. I don’t know where they come up with these lame brained ideas of theirs.)

Well, as I mentioned before, I finished Emmett, the play I had planned on writing 3 years ago, but for some reason never wrote. I just kept putting it off. I did that day 5 of the contest, bringing my page count to 51 pages, and than as you all know, my witch accusers, went all hysterical. (See the blog posts from April 5th to April 11th for more info).

Sorry I’ve been offline for the past week. The past week has been a mess, the witch accusing, vandals trashed my car, than stole it and sold it. Been all week with police etc, and haven’t written a single word because of it, and haven’t been online either. I have to get a friend to take me to the meetings now, my car is beyond totaled. I am so pissed at these people, and so tired – I didn’t get any sleep for 5 days straight, than slept all at once for 2 days straight! ACK! My sleep is so messed up now!

I have now found out from the mouth of the vandals themselves why they trashed my car, than stole it and sold it: I bought a bathing suit.

uh-huh. Okay. So, what does me buying a bathing suit, have to do with trashing my car? I ask you, is there any logic in that? Did I mention that these people a freaking off their rocker? Apparently, all women who wear bathing suits are evil and demon possessed and it’s her “God given right” to “clean the streets of London just as Jack the Ripper did”. Uhm. Scary how she’s classifying herself as a modern day Jack the Ripper. She’s been railing on about how “women with bathing suits are all prostitutes and whores”, and how “Jack the Ripper had the right idea, kill them all I say!”. I find this last statement very disturbing. Especially given the death threats being more rampant than ever of late. She seems to be moving up in ranks with her delusions, and the fact that she is now identifying herself with Jack the Ripper, is something I find, very, very, very troubling. Her doctors keep putting her on psych meds, but she boasts loudly of flushing them down the toilet (my toilet no less, for some hare brained reason, which is how I know for a fact that she did actually flush her meds. seeing how I saw her doing it.) She’s been calling Jack the Ripper a Saint. I do fear, that this glorifying Jack the Ripper the way she is, is a dangerous addition to her already insane actions, and the violence of this past week at the same time, clearly indicates that this woman is in serious need of a straight jacket.

Well, seeing how all this happened, during the writing contest, and you know me, everything that happens in my life I write down, and me now a week behind on the contest writing and needing to catch up, it occurred to me that I should write about what happened. Well, all her quoting violent Bible Scriptures and using them as justification for her vandalisms, gave me another idea. You remember a while back I had mentioned, somewhat in passing, that I had an idea to write a series of plays based on sections of the Bible, and call it “The Alien Bible”, well, at The Golden Rooster today, over an omelet and a cup of tea, I wrote down the first 4 pages of “The Alien Bible”.

“The Alien Bible” for those who hadn’t heard, was to e a re-translation of the Bible, put into stage play formate. It was intended as a satire look at how the Bible has been translated and retranslated for centuries, until it became the often misquoted book which we know and love (or loath?) today. It was to be written, as though it was a translation of the Bible, translated by the “prophet” of a UFO cult, in which God and his angels were aliens from outer space, Mary was an alien abductee, and Jesus the first Alien-Human hybrid.

I dropped the idea, after an onslaught of nasty emails from my ever devoted stalking witch accusers, because I realized if they were that upset about the idea, than they’d be landing on my door step with violence and hate if I actually went ahead and wrote it (as the do following every new book I write).

Well, seeing how they took their vandalisms and violence to an ultimate new high last week, I figured, why should I put aside writing a book, to keep them from doing these things, when they are just going to do them anyways wither I write the book or not? I mean, I stopped writing it and they STILL acted out violence, and because I bought a bathing suit no less! And how scary is it that they followed me to the store to even know about the fact that I bought a bathing suit to begin with? And people wonder why I have Agoraphobia and so rarely leave the house! With stalkers like this, it’s not easy to go outside at all. At least they’ve stopped shooting me with paint-balls, but this whole thing is really getting a bit beyond ridiculous. I mean, don’t they have ANYTHING better to do than follow me to the store and watch me buy a bathing suit, than rush back to my car and smash the hell out of it because I bought a bathing suit? And why me? What did I ever do to them? What the hell did I do that started them going bonkers about me like this to begin with? Why have they fixated on stalking me? I don’t get it. I simply don’t get it at all! I think to spend your like stalking, harassing and vandalizing someone is utterly idiotic. And I know you are reading this, so this is to you my dearly devoted stalker: GET A LIFE OF YOUR OWN SO YOU CAN GET OUT OF MINE! THERE ARE BETTER THINGS YOU COULD DO WITH YOUR LIFE! GET A JOB! GET A HOBBY! STOP MAKING A CAREER OUT OF HARASSING ME! But will she listen? Not likely. She’s too busy “listening to God”. Yep. Just like her father, that one. Crazier than a bat out of Hell.

So, seeing how I have to deal with bullies and vandals, and hate crimes, I thought it only appropriate to start “The Alien Bible” off with Acts 5 and the story of the thief who stole and sold property that did not belong to him: The Story of Ananias and Sapphira. You see, I know my vandals well. And I know that Acts 5, is one of her favorite scriptures ever, thanks to the infamous Pastor Elliot, aka her own personal Ananias. And I know she knows what he did to her, and what happened to him, 7 years to the day, later, I know this, because a week afterwards, my Bishop on HER FALSE ACCUSATIONS threatened to excommunicate on grounds of “killing people by spell casting and witchcraft”. Read your Bible, honey. Read ALL of Acts 5. Angels are fearsome creatures. But than, you did to me what Pastor Elliot did to you? My how the tables have turned. You have become the thing you hated most – Ananias, the thief in the night, the thief who stole and sold what was not his. So many times I heard you preach Acts 5 to Pastor Elliot.

And so I dedicate to you, my stalker, the Ananias of my Goldeneagle, this, the first chapter, Act 1, Scene One, of “The Alien Bible: Ananias and The Apostle”.

And to re-write it, means I must reread the original. Saint Peter was a bloody bastard wasn’t he? Murdered a man & wife for refusing to give him their land, kicked another guy down the hill and laughed as the man’s blood and bowl renched forth from his belly – got to love the murderous men of God. There’s a reason there are no “Prophets of the Lord” today – they are all locked up in metal institutes for saying God told them to kill. Funny, I seem to recall hearing that… oh yeah, Jack the Ripper, I was just talking about that wasn’t I? of course – growing up with a “Prophet of the Lord” kind of gave me an inside look at to how sick & perverted the Bible prophets really were.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Bloody, bloody bastards. Moses killed 3,000 Israelites in the wilderness, and every one sits around marveling. Yep. Religious nuts do have a history of glorifying serial killers don’t they? Let’s not forget to mention that there is NOT ONE SINGLE serial killer in history, who was not described by his friends as “a good Christian, went to church every Sunday”. uhm-huh. Wonderful Christians they turned out to be, bu wait, they was only doing EXACTLY what the Bible told them to do! For these men, were not content to just sit in church on Sunday and listen to the nice fluffy things taught from the pulpit – no – these en knew their Bible’s well. These men ACTUALLY READ their Bibles.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Probably too ashamed to admit that the Prophets were above the Ten Commandments – so if the Prophets could kill, why can’t the rest of us? That’s the rational religious crazies use. That’s the rational my ever loving stalker uses. Do you see the upside down logic here? The Prophets tell you not to commit sins they themselves glorified in: Do as I say, not as I do. That’s why serial killers become serial killers. They say: “Well if it was good enough for the Prophets…” The words my stalker now says.

And as she points out, even, Jesus himself had a bloody temper killed a 12 year old boy and beat to a pulp “sinners in the temple”. My stalker knows her Bible well, or she would not even know of these events, because they are overlooked by all preachers and teachers, who want you to think Jesus was a Saint who never hurt any one. But was he? Really? That’s NOT what the Bible teaches. According to the Bible, Jesus had a nasty temper. But how many church leaders tell you that? If you are not well versed in the Bible, than you don’t even know the Bible says such things about Jesus. And did you know Jesus WASN’T a carpenter? He was a cloth maker, a dyer of fine linen. It’s right there in the Bible. Why didn’t you know that? Why did you think he was a carpenter? Because that’s what your church leaders told you, and you believed them, without checking your Bible to see if the Bible agreed with what they told you.

My Bishop calls me an apostate, but damn, I’m only quoting the Bible. Didn’t he ever read the Bible? ALL of it? Not just the pretty parts? How can it be apostasy if I’m quoting scripture? Now there is a man who does not know his Bible. He should not be Bishop, not if he can get stumped on me quoting scripture and say it’s apostasy. A Bishop should know his Bible better than that. We once had a Bishop who admitted he’d never once read the Bible and was deeply troubled when he looked up the verses I had quoted; he said – he had no idea the Bible said those things, not until he looked them up for himself, he had always quoted from the Church’s pre-printed text books and lesson manuals, he had never bothered to actually check the facts as they are written in the Bible itself – it shattered his “blind faith”.

People are far to willing to sit a listen to the sunshine and glory taught in church, than nod and smile and say “Yes, that MUST be what the Bible says, otherwise why would my church leader preach it?”, but no one ever goes home and sits down and reads the Bible to find out want it REALLY says, they are content to believe every word preached from the pulpit and never once check the facts to see if what they were taught is what was true.

That is why, the “religious crazies” are crazy, because they DID read their Bibles, and they know, what is taught in churches on Sunday is a far cry from what the Bible actually says, and they, in their sick perverted delusions, act upon the Bible’s ACTUAL words of blood and hate and violence, and thus why they become violent fanatics.

I’m sick of Sunday School Teachers and Church Leaders glamorizing scripture – tell it like it is for once! You’ve got 2,000 pages and they read the same 10 or 20 verses every week – too damn terrified people will leave if they heard the TRUTH. Sure, you’d have a lot less church members, but the streets would have a lot less nuts, vandals, and serial killers too! And which is MORE IMPORTANT: your fat wallets or the safety of our children?

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Script Frenzy Update: I’ve started work on "The Alien Bible"

Wishing the weather would decide wither it wanted to rain or snow, right now it’s slushing out, a little bit of both. Not looking forward to the fact that whenever we get snow this time of the year I have to deal with local church crazies showing up in my yard and saying I’m a “weather witch” accusing me of making it snow just to spite them and kill their newly planted seeds. Frustrating that these people have so little to do in their own lives that they have to barge into my life with these jackass accusations. Pitiful waste of existence. They need to get a life.

Just back from the Script Frenzy Write In Meeting at The Golden Rooster. The waitress has stopped bringing a menu and asking what I want. Now she comes over and says: “Tea, garden omelet, and English muffins, right?” I am a creature of habit. I don’t know if that’s the Autism or the OCD, but same table, same order, same time, same day, every single week, and it’s going on three years this way now. Been eating and writing at The Golden Rooster since 2008. I just found out today that my booth is #13, wow – if my witch accusers knew that, they’d say “It’s a sign, I told you she was evil”. LOL! (I was born on the 13th, they believe that’s why I have “an evil spirit” they say hat every one born on the 13th does. Weird. I don’t know where they come up with these lame brained ideas of theirs.)

Well, as I mentioned before, I finished Emmett, the play I had planned on writing 3 years ago, but for some reason never wrote. I just kept putting it off. I did that day 5 of the contest, bringing my page count to 51 pages, and than as you all know, my witch accusers, went all hysterical. (See the blog posts from April 5th to April 11th for more info).

Sorry I’ve been offline for the past week. The past week has been a mess, the witch accusing, vandals trashed my car, than stole it and sold it. Been all week with police etc, and haven’t written a single word because of it, and haven’t been online either. I have to get a friend to take me to the meetings now, my car is beyond totaled. I am so pissed at these people, and so tired – I didn’t get any sleep for 5 days straight, than slept all at once for 2 days straight! ACK! My sleep is so messed up now!

I have now found out from the mouth of the vandals themselves why they trashed my car, than stole it and sold it: I bought a bathing suit.

uh-huh. Okay. So, what does me buying a bathing suit, have to do with trashing my car? I ask you, is there any logic in that? Did I mention that these people a freaking off their rocker? Apparently, all women who wear bathing suits are evil and demon possessed and it’s her “God given right” to “clean the streets of London just as Jack the Ripper did”. Uhm. Scary how she’s classifying herself as a modern day Jack the Ripper. She’s been railing on about how “women with bathing suits are all prostitutes and whores”, and how “Jack the Ripper had the right idea, kill them all I say!”. I find this last statement very disturbing. Especially given the death threats being more rampant than ever of late. She seems to be moving up in ranks with her delusions, and the fact that she is now identifying herself with Jack the Ripper, is something I find, very, very, very troubling. Her doctors keep putting her on psych meds, but she boasts loudly of flushing them down the toilet (my toilet no less, for some hare brained reason, which is how I know for a fact that she did actually flush her meds. seeing how I saw her doing it.) She’s been calling Jack the Ripper a Saint. I do fear, that this glorifying Jack the Ripper the way she is, is a dangerous addition to her already insane actions, and the violence of this past week at the same time, clearly indicates that this woman is in serious need of a straight jacket.

Well, seeing how all this happened, during the writing contest, and you know me, everything that happens in my life I write down, and me now a week behind on the contest writing and needing to catch up, it occurred to me that I should write about what happened. Well, all her quoting violent Bible Scriptures and using them as justification for her vandalisms, gave me another idea. You remember a while back I had mentioned, somewhat in passing, that I had an idea to write a series of plays based on sections of the Bible, and call it “The Alien Bible”, well, at The Golden Rooster today, over an omelet and a cup of tea, I wrote down the first 4 pages of “The Alien Bible”.

“The Alien Bible” for those who hadn’t heard, was to e a re-translation of the Bible, put into stage play formate. It was intended as a satire look at how the Bible has been translated and retranslated for centuries, until it became the often misquoted book which we know and love (or loath?) today. It was to be written, as though it was a translation of the Bible, translated by the “prophet” of a UFO cult, in which God and his angels were aliens from outer space, Mary was an alien abductee, and Jesus the first Alien-Human hybrid.

I dropped the idea, after an onslaught of nasty emails from my ever devoted stalking witch accusers, because I realized if they were that upset about the idea, than they’d be landing on my door step with violence and hate if I actually went ahead and wrote it (as the do following every new book I write).

Well, seeing how they took their vandalisms and violence to an ultimate new high last week, I figured, why should I put aside writing a book, to keep them from doing these things, when they are just going to do them anyways wither I write the book or not? I mean, I stopped writing it and they STILL acted out violence, and because I bought a bathing suit no less! And how scary is it that they followed me to the store to even know about the fact that I bought a bathing suit to begin with? And people wonder why I have Agoraphobia and so rarely leave the house! With stalkers like this, it’s not easy to go outside at all. At least they’ve stopped shooting me with paint-balls, but this whole thing is really getting a bit beyond ridiculous. I mean, don’t they have ANYTHING better to do than follow me to the store and watch me buy a bathing suit, than rush back to my car and smash the hell out of it because I bought a bathing suit? And why me? What did I ever do to them? What the hell did I do that started them going bonkers about me like this to begin with? Why have they fixated on stalking me? I don’t get it. I simply don’t get it at all! I think to spend your like stalking, harassing and vandalizing someone is utterly idiotic. And I know you are reading this, so this is to you my dearly devoted stalker: GET A LIFE OF YOUR OWN SO YOU CAN GET OUT OF MINE! THERE ARE BETTER THINGS YOU COULD DO WITH YOUR LIFE! GET A JOB! GET A HOBBY! STOP MAKING A CAREER OUT OF HARASSING ME! But will she listen? Not likely. She’s too busy “listening to God”. Yep. Just like her father, that one. Crazier than a bat out of Hell.

So, seeing how I have to deal with bullies and vandals, and hate crimes, I thought it only appropriate to start “The Alien Bible” off with Acts 5 and the story of the thief who stole and sold property that did not belong to him: The Story of Ananias and Sapphira. You see, I know my vandals well. And I know that Acts 5, is one of her favorite scriptures ever, thanks to the infamous Pastor Elliot, aka her own personal Ananias. And I know she knows what he did to her, and what happened to him, 7 years to the day, later, I know this, because a week afterwards, my Bishop on HER FALSE ACCUSATIONS threatened to excommunicate on grounds of “killing people by spell casting and witchcraft”. Read your Bible, honey. Read ALL of Acts 5. Angels are fearsome creatures. But than, you did to me what Pastor Elliot did to you? My how the tables have turned. You have become the thing you hated most – Ananias, the thief in the night, the thief who stole and sold what was not his. So many times I heard you preach Acts 5 to Pastor Elliot.

And so I dedicate to you, my stalker, the Ananias of my Goldeneagle, this, the first chapter, Act 1, Scene One, of “The Alien Bible: Ananias and The Apostle”.

And to re-write it, means I must reread the original. Saint Peter was a bloody bastard wasn’t he? Murdered a man & wife for refusing to give him their land, kicked another guy down the hill and laughed as the man’s blood and bowl renched forth from his belly – got to love the murderous men of God. There’s a reason there are no “Prophets of the Lord” today – they are all locked up in metal institutes for saying God told them to kill. Funny, I seem to recall hearing that… oh yeah, Jack the Ripper, I was just talking about that wasn’t I? of course – growing up with a “Prophet of the Lord” kind of gave me an inside look at to how sick & perverted the Bible prophets really were.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Bloody, bloody bastards. Moses killed 3,000 Israelites in the wilderness, and every one sits around marveling. Yep. Religious nuts do have a history of glorifying serial killers don’t they? Let’s not forget to mention that there is NOT ONE SINGLE serial killer in history, who was not described by his friends as “a good Christian, went to church every Sunday”. uhm-huh. Wonderful Christians they turned out to be, bu wait, they was only doing EXACTLY what the Bible told them to do! For these men, were not content to just sit in church on Sunday and listen to the nice fluffy things taught from the pulpit – no – these en knew their Bible’s well. These men ACTUALLY READ their Bibles.

So why do Sunday School teachers always leave out the murders when talking about the Prophets and Saints of the Bible? Probably too ashamed to admit that the Prophets were above the Ten Commandments – so if the Prophets could kill, why can’t the rest of us? That’s the rational religious crazies use. That’s the rational my ever loving stalker uses. Do you see the upside down logic here? The Prophets tell you not to commit sins they themselves glorified in: Do as I say, not as I do. That’s why serial killers become serial killers. They say: “Well if it was good enough for the Prophets…” The words my stalker now says.

And as she points out, even, Jesus himself had a bloody temper killed a 12 year old boy and beat to a pulp “sinners in the temple”. My stalker knows her Bible well, or she would not even know of these events, because they are overlooked by all preachers and teachers, who want you to think Jesus was a Saint who never hurt any one. But was he? Really? That’s NOT what the Bible teaches. According to the Bible, Jesus had a nasty temper. But how many church leaders tell you that? If you are not well versed in the Bible, than you don’t even know the Bible says such things about Jesus. And did you know Jesus WASN’T a carpenter? He was a cloth maker, a dyer of fine linen. It’s right there in the Bible. Why didn’t you know that? Why did you think he was a carpenter? Because that’s what your church leaders told you, and you believed them, without checking your Bible to see if the Bible agreed with what they told you.

My Bishop calls me an apostate, but damn, I’m only quoting the Bible. Didn’t he ever read the Bible? ALL of it? Not just the pretty parts? How can it be apostasy if I’m quoting scripture? Now there is a man who does not know his Bible. He should not be Bishop, not if he can get stumped on me quoting scripture and say it’s apostasy. A Bishop should know his Bible better than that. We once had a Bishop who admitted he’d never once read the Bible and was deeply troubled when he looked up the verses I had quoted; he said – he had no idea the Bible said those things, not until he looked them up for himself, he had always quoted from the Church’s pre-printed text books and lesson manuals, he had never bothered to actually check the facts as they are written in the Bible itself – it shattered his “blind faith”.

People are far to willing to sit a listen to the sunshine and glory taught in church, than nod and smile and say “Yes, that MUST be what the Bible says, otherwise why would my church leader preach it?”, but no one ever goes home and sits down and reads the Bible to find out want it REALLY says, they are content to believe every word preached from the pulpit and never once check the facts to see if what they were taught is what was true.

That is why, the “religious crazies” are crazy, because they DID read their Bibles, and they know, what is taught in churches on Sunday is a far cry from what the Bible actually says, and they, in their sick perverted delusions, act upon the Bible’s ACTUAL words of blood and hate and violence, and thus why they become violent fanatics.

I’m sick of Sunday School Teachers and Church Leaders glamorizing scripture – tell it like it is for once! You’ve got 2,000 pages and they read the same 10 or 20 verses every week – too damn terrified people will leave if they heard the TRUTH. Sure, you’d have a lot less church members, but the streets would have a lot less nuts, vandals, and serial killers too! And which is MORE IMPORTANT: your fat wallets or the safety of our children?

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Script Frenzy RE: Formatting one sided telephone calls

RE: Formatting one sided telephone calls

Tierra wrote: I’m writing a stage play and in some of my scenes the main character is talking on the phone but you don’t actually here what the person on the other line says. When my MC is listening to the response should I say that she pauses or just right the next line? MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (beat) That’s good to hear. MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (pause) That’s good to hear. MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (pauses) That’s good to hear. MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (pauses) That’s good to hear. MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. That’s good to hear. I’m thinking it’s not the last one so do I say beat, pause or pauses (as in she pauses). Also would it be right in the dialogue or as what Celtx calls parenthetical (which if I’m correct is for character action in their dialogue). __________________________ Not sure if this would be correct or not, seeing how I seem to do things slightly different than standard some times, but I would use this: MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (pauses) That’s good to hear. or this: MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you. (pauses to listen) That’s good to hear. or this: MAIN CHARACTER Hi, how are you… …That’s good to hear. WickedJenny wrote: Using an ellipsis (…) is more common in stage plays than parentheses with beat or pause. Also, just FYI, despite the guide lines Script Frenzy provides, stage play formatting is more typically character name all caps, justified left, full colon, dialogue, with the following lines of the paragraph tabbed in. Example here: http://www.brightstarplayscripts.com/GTdialogue.html Even in the SF example you will note that the dialogue is given a much wider field. Dialogue is generally 90% of a stage play’s text, making it a thin strip in the middle of the page is a waste of space and more difficult to read since you are much more likely to have long sections of dialogue in a stage play than in a film script. Having character names centered above the dialogue can be difficult to read (a short line of dialogue might not even make it over to the character name, and the eye is constantly having to change its “justification” without benefit of space on the page). The only exception to this that I know of is young people’s theatre in which a modified version of film script format is sometimes used because it does leave a lot more space on the page, which is less intimidating and dialogue tends to be shorter anyway. I noticed this as well. When I was looking at the SF formatting guide for stage plays and saw the character names centered, I went: “Huh – that looks weird, it’s shouldn’t be like that should it?” I’ve always seen scripts written character name justified left, and then dialog below it, indented slightly. __________________________

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Script Frenzy RE: Celtx ain’t loving description…advise? (Writing Comic Scripts)

Celtx ain’t loving description…advise?

I think this is the right place (since I hope this can be fix with me tweaking formatting), sorry if it’s not. Okay so, for those who don’t know, Celtx splits the page in two, in the tpe set, that being description of panel (I’m doing a comic) one side, and dialogue/captions on the other in a box that I can best describe as a table on word. I’m on the descriptive side, almost to the insane at times, sometimes, it can even take a whole ‘description half’ of a page for me to write out a panel. The problem is, whenever I write MORE than that, it doesn’t automatically continue onto another page. it continues in the ‘box’ but the box won’t continue onto the next page. It’s like, I bet if I scrolled, I’d find all I’ve written, but that’s not exactly helpful is it? I just get a blank page of script with nothing written on it (grr). It’s an irritating problem… a way to solve it is to cut the description as if it was another panel, which is okay when I’m writing a splash page but is only going to be confusing for any other page ie. ‘PANEL 2, well it says that but it’s PANEL one carrying on, panel 3 is 2 and…’ . And I can’t change the side ‘PANEL 2′ to say PANEL 1 cont.’ Any advise on how to fix this? Asides from the obvious ‘less description’ because well, I shouldn’t have to try and cut back on something so important because my softwear is being a pain. I might be able to screen cap, if anyone needs it to understand my problem, so… help? __________________________

RE: Celtx ain’t loving description…advise?

I know what your problem is – I’ve had the same problem myself. I’m afraid, I have yet to find a cure, other than to drastically shorten my descriptions down. Unfortunately, Celtx Comic is using “Marvel Format”, which is called by that name, because there is ONLY one publisher who accepts scripts written in that format. Want to try and guess which publisher is the ONLY publisher that accepts Marvel Formatted script. Yep, you guessed it: Marvel! So if you are writing Spidy or X-Men than Celtx Comic is great, but if you are writing Donald Duck or Batman – forget it! So, if you want to get professionally published, by any company OTHER than Marvel, you won’t be able to use Celtx Comics format for your script. I dislike writing in Marvel Format, probably because I’m used to writing for Disney, which uses tradition comic format. Traditional comic format looks a lot like a Stage Play script (I recomend using Celtx’s Theater format for this), only instead of reading: Act 1; Scene 1, you would type Page 1; Panel 1. Than just type character dialog and scene description, same as for a stage play. If you are planning on writing for Disney, DC, Dark Horse, etc (any publisher OTHER than Marvel) you are going to want to use Celtx StagePlay/Theater for writing comic scripts. Only use Celtx Comic format if writing for Marvel.

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Script Frenzy RE: Is anyone here serious about screenwriting?

RE: Is anyone here serious about screenwriting?

hemlock wrote: First let me just say that I’m aware that Script Frenzy is not about producing masterpieces. I know the point is just to get that first draft on the page. However, from what I’ve seen in the forums so far it seems most people’s goal is not to get a potentially good script out at all, it is simply to write 100 pages of nonsense. I mean no offence but why the hell are you including 7 pages of song (or some other equally dumb crap) when you could be writing something that’s actually relevant to the plot? Do you want to write a movie or do you want to write 100 pages of shit in script format? I understand people get stuck sometimes but, honestly, writing a bunch of crap is not gonna help — going back to your outline is a far better solution. I think Script Frenzy is a great motivation boost but I question how many people here actually take their scripts and this craft seriously. I completely agree with you. The thing you are referring to is called “Word Padding”. Word Padding sucks. It sucks so much that I wrote a rant about how much I hated it and all the reasons why no legitimate writer in their right mind would ever even consider using it.http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2789136/nanowrimo_reaching_5000… The article was aimed at NaNoWriMo of course, but yep, even here on SF, it still sucks and I still hate it. I’m a professional writer. Writing is my career. Writing pays the bills and buys the food. I can not afford to write crap or use Word Padding in my work. Therefore I treat both NaNo and SF as vital parts of my career and both are treated very seriously on my part. That said – not every one is a professional writer. If you are planning to publish/produce than word padding is going to do more harm than good in the long run. HOWEVER: If you are not a professional writer, and you are only writing for practice or for yourself or friends, than really, who cares what you write or how you write it? Not every one here has a professional writing career in mind when they join the contest, and that’s okay. I think those of us who do this sort of thing for a living should strive for high standards, but I don’t ask that of others, because that’s not why they joined – they joined to have fun. __________________________

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Script Frenzy RE: WAY TOO EASY???

WAY TOO EASY???

So, this is my first year and it seems way too easy. I already have forty pages. Does this mean that I’m not trying hard enough, or is dialogue something I’m pretty good at? I was also wondering if there were any other people out there who had never tried this before and now feel like it is simply too easy.

RE: WAY TOO EASY???

Been doing NaNo since 2004 – won the last 5 of them. I’ve singed up for Script Frenzy since 2006, this is my 4th try, but it’s also the first year some major event did not stop me from starting (flood took our house in May 2006, a funeral the next year, etc.) So this is my ACTUAL first year doing Script Frenzy, even though I signed up to do each year before. However, my lack of actually starting, had nothing to do with how easy/hard script writing is. NaNoWriMo is a BIG challenge for me, and those 5 wins are the only 5 novels I’ve ever written. I’m a professional writer. I am not a novelist though. I write short stories, Disney shorts (comic books), how-to articles for ezines, stage play shorts for small theater, full production ballet scripts, etc. In other words, while writing scripts is something I do all the time, writing novels is something I have never done outside of NaNoWriMo. I think that is why I’m so diligent about getting started with NaNo, but not so diligent about getting started with Script Frenzy. NaNo is a challenge for me. NaNo is hard for me. NaNo is doing something I’m not used to doing – writing in a formate that normally I don’t use. Script Frenzy on the other hand, is a format that I use all the time anyways. It’s not that big of a challenge for me, it’s me doing what I would be doing every month anyways, so I for some reason don’t see Script Frenzy as a challenge, because I can have 100 pages of script written in a week, simply because this style of writing is second nature to me. Another thing is Script Frenzy is only 3 pages a day and I write that much in a half hour. Keeping in mind that for comics – 3 pages a day is only 300 words a day. Rarely do comics have more than 100 words per page. And even a screenplay is not often going to see 200 words per page, so at the most a 100 page script is only 20,000 words – less than half the word count of NaNo, and is more likely to be 10,000 words which is only 1/5 of NaNoWriMo! So time wise – once you get the hang of formating, SF is going to be a lot easier than NaNo for most people, just because of the huge difference in words per month. NaNoWriMo, my first 2 years, were big fails. I just could not get into the whole novel writing format. It was really frustrating for me to get a handle on writing all the long descriptions and I was constantly writing dialog out with stage play format instead of novel format, I’ve yet to write a novel with any *he said* or *she asked* or other such dialog tags and there wouldn’t be a quotation mark in sight – I had to go back after the contest and edit those in. I was writing NaNo going: NAME: Things the character had to say. and than I’d go back and say “damn I’m writing in script again! Got to go fix that – this is supposed to be a novel” But than with Script Frenzy I was like: “Oh that’s easy – well, I got to do this and that right now, so I can do SF next year.” Anyways, for me personally, I find script format a lot easier to write than novel format, so Script Frenzy is a lot easier for me than NaNoWriMo is. But that’s also considering that I write scripts not novels on a daily basis anyways, too. I suppose for some one used to novel writing, getting a handle of script format could be just as hard for them, as it was for me to switch from scripts to novels, so it’s all a matter of perspective and what you are personally used to doing. __________________________

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Screnzy RE: What would Pixies want??

What would Pixies want??

My story will include Pixies. They have something very important, which will break a vampire’s curse put on a gargoyle’s true love. The gargoyle is going to have to do some tough bargaining with these Pixies to get this special item. The Pixies are demanding all kinds of things..so far… various shades of glitter, little furniture, trained dragon flies to ride, and high quality miniature musical instruments, a bigger supply of toadstool dew (their version of alcohol/drug) What else could a Pixie demand?? I want to make it really hard on this poor gargoyle. BTW – he lives in a rural area with just a general store.

RE: What would Pixies want??

Pixies are noted for being very vain and greedy and esp desirous of fine clothes of an eccentric and outlandishly expensive nature. If they were mine, I’d have them asking for utterly impossible things like “waistcoats woven out of rubies”, “shoes made of diamond dust” or “robes made of silk-moth wings”. They have a great love for horses and for braiding and unbraiding horse tails, and may demand certain specific horses be given to them — horses that your character would have to steal from some wealthy ruler most likely, in order to satisfy the pixie’s whims. They don’t like to give things away for nothing and will want to “test” your characters “worth” and would add such notations to their requests, such as “but only the one found in the belly button of the great octopus of the Bermuda triangle” or “which is at the bottom of dead mans gorge, from whence no one has ever returned”. Pixies are also fickle, and are said to have brains so tiny that they can think of only one thought at a time, thus they may easily forget that they sent your character on a quest, and/or no longer want the particular item by the time your character returned with it, and keep sending your character after first one item than another, before your character is finally able to return with an item quick enough to get it to the pixie before they changed their mind again. They are also nasty tricksters, and after one pixie gets what s/he requests, they would say, “now got to ___ (another pixie) and he will tell you where to find what you seek”. Your character may have to go through 4 or 5 different pixies in this manner before eventually being directed to the correct pixie that actually had the item you character needs. Once your character finally got to the right pixie and was actually given the item needed, s/he would also have to worry about getting glamored. S/he may take the item, put it in their pocket, and return home; but once home find their pocket full of acorns or stones or dried leaves instead. Than s/he’d have to seek out the pixies all over again, and have to use trickery to get the REAL item away from the pixies. Pixies, leprechauns, loki, and far-darrigs are all tricky like that, which is why they are called Tricksters.

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Screnzy RE: My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks?

Quick Question

My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks? MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. Or can I just say it in his character description? MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? Is there a standard on this sort of thing? I’d think you wouldn’t have to say it every time, but SOMETIMES he doesn’t stutter (under certain, specific circumstances). However, I’m going to have to specify that he isn’t stuttering regardless — because otherwise someone reading it might just think I forgot to say he was stuttering…. Anyone know?

RE: Quick Question

I would mention it in the cast/character description. MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? And than every once in a while add a quick “stutter” into the dialog, just to remind the actor they are supposed to be stuttering. MICHELLE D…D…don’t blow up anything too..too im…important. I wouldn’t do it too often, say maybe only once every 10 or 12 lines. Of course, writing the stutter in, every time you want the character to stutter, would ensure that the actor stuttered on the right words at the right time. I would not use this: (stuttering) MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. because I think it would be too redundant, for the actor to keep seeing it every line.

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>Screnzy RE: My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks?

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Quick Question

My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks? MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. Or can I just say it in his character description? MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? Is there a standard on this sort of thing? I’d think you wouldn’t have to say it every time, but SOMETIMES he doesn’t stutter (under certain, specific circumstances). However, I’m going to have to specify that he isn’t stuttering regardless — because otherwise someone reading it might just think I forgot to say he was stuttering…. Anyone know?

RE: Quick Question

I would mention it in the cast/character description. MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? And than every once in a while add a quick “stutter” into the dialog, just to remind the actor they are supposed to be stuttering. MICHELLE D…D…don’t blow up anything too..too im…important. I wouldn’t do it too often, say maybe only once every 10 or 12 lines. Of course, writing the stutter in, every time you want the character to stutter, would ensure that the actor stuttered on the right words at the right time. I would not use this: (stuttering) MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. because I think it would be too redundant, for the actor to keep seeing it every line.

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Screnzy RE: My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks?

Quick Question

My MC has a stutter, and he does it almost EVERY line. Do I have to specify every time he talks? MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. Or can I just say it in his character description? MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? Is there a standard on this sort of thing? I’d think you wouldn’t have to say it every time, but SOMETIMES he doesn’t stutter (under certain, specific circumstances). However, I’m going to have to specify that he isn’t stuttering regardless — because otherwise someone reading it might just think I forgot to say he was stuttering…. Anyone know?

RE: Quick Question

I would mention it in the cast/character description. MICHELLE, an eighteen year old boy-next-doorish-looking guy with a STUTTER….? And than every once in a while add a quick “stutter” into the dialog, just to remind the actor they are supposed to be stuttering. MICHELLE D…D…don’t blow up anything too..too im…important. I wouldn’t do it too often, say maybe only once every 10 or 12 lines. Of course, writing the stutter in, every time you want the character to stutter, would ensure that the actor stuttered on the right words at the right time. I would not use this: (stuttering) MICHELLE (stuttering) Don’t blow up anything too important. because I think it would be too redundant, for the actor to keep seeing it every line.

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Script Frenzy RE: Cutting characters off? & How write two people saying the same thing at the same time?

Quick! How do I…

write two people saying the same thing at the same time? I just realized that my main characters are going to be doing this a lot. __________________________

Cutting characters off?

How do I cut my characters off? Example: JOHN: I like eggs their so delic- MARY: (cutting John off) No way! Cheese is better! Is that the correct way to do it? Or no? __________________________

RE: Cutting characters off?

I’d do it this way: JOHN I like eggs they’re so delic… MARY No way! Cheese is better! But if you have a lot of characters overlapping, instead of just once, I’d do it this way: Characters speaking in overlapping banter: JOHN I like eggs they’re so delic… MARY No way! Cheese is bet… Gary You’re both wrong, orang… Orson Now wait a minute, why can’t you have cheese on your eggs? I find that characters cutting each other off, works best if the sentences are super short, and nearly identical, running on the same train of thought, as though the characters were one character speaking a single sentence. I’ll show you what I mean. Here is how I did it. This is copied from the script I am writing right now. In this part, there are 3 black cats talking to one another, and in the last line, they scream out the same word, all at once. Here is how I wrote it: BLACK CAT #1 Listen! BLACK CAT #2 Can it be? BLACK CAT #3 Yes, I do think it is. BLACK CAT #1 Are you sure? BLACK CAT #2 It sounds like… BLACK CAT #3 It is! BLACK CAT #1 BLACK CAT #2 BLACK CAT #3 EMMETT!!! __________________________

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Script Frenzy RE: Cutting characters off? & How write two people saying the same thing at the same time?

Quick! How do I…

write two people saying the same thing at the same time? I just realized that my main characters are going to be doing this a lot. __________________________

Cutting characters off?

How do I cut my characters off? Example: JOHN: I like eggs their so delic- MARY: (cutting John off) No way! Cheese is better! Is that the correct way to do it? Or no? __________________________

RE: Cutting characters off?

I’d do it this way: JOHNI like eggs they’re so delic… MARYNo way! Cheese is better! But if you have a lot of characters overlapping, instead of just once, I’d do it this way: Characters speaking in overlapping banter: JOHNI like eggs they’re so delic…MARYNo way! Cheese is bet…GaryYou’re both wrong, orang…OrsonNow wait a minute, why can’t you have cheese on your eggs? I find that characters cutting each other off, works best if the sentences are super short, and nearly identical, running on the same train of thought, as though the characters were one character speaking a single sentence. I’ll show you what I mean. Here is how I did it. This is copied from the script I am writing right now. In this part, there are 3 black cats talking to one another, and in the last line, they scream out the same word, all at once. Here is how I wrote it: BLACK CAT #1Listen! BLACK CAT #2Can it be?BLACK CAT #3Yes, I do think it is.BLACK CAT #1Are you sure?BLACK CAT #2It sounds like…BLACK CAT #3It is!BLACK CAT #1BLACK CAT #2BLACK CAT #3EMMETT!!! __________________________

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Script Frenzy RE: Writing characters that can’t talk?

Characters that can’t talk?

One of my characters can’t talk, but the person who’s talking to her doesn’t know that, so she’s asking her questions and waiting for a response. How do I indicated that she’s not responding? Do I just write that there’s a pause, or what? __________________________

RE: Characters that can’t talk?

tjmagee wrote: You could just put a brief description of what the non-speaking guy does after someone says something to him – he shrugs his shoulders, smiles, or whatever it is he does when someone talks to him. That’s what I do. In the script that is in my excerpt section on my profile, you will see how I did it. That one is a ballet – NO characters talk in a ballet! LOL! =P However the ballet was based on a book I wrote a few years ago, and one of the characters, the merman, never speaks. I don’t know if he can’t talk, or won’t talk, or just doesn’t know English, but anyways, he never speaks. I’m also writing a play version of the story too, (I haven’t started in yet), but in that one, when it comes time for him to “speak” in the script, I’ll type his name in the “character slot” and than instead of dialog, I’ll write in a stage/scene description underneath telling what he is doing. __________________________

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Script Frenzy RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Posted March 1, 2010 – 20:08	Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
	One of the major plot points of my show revolves around one of the characters having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Here’s the problem, I don’t know much about it. I’m going to make this short and sweet as opposed to droning on and on over the issue: Does anyone have some helpful information on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Posted March 31, 2010 – 06:55 RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder? I have PSTD to the point that I also have agoraphobia and have not been able to leave my house or have face to face contact with humans. Oddly in the past 20+ years the only time I’ve been able to either leave my house or have contact with humans is for the local Write-In meetings for NaNo and SF. When I was 14years old, my best friend was murdered along with 4 other friends. (five in all) I was the only survivor of a violent bloody attack, which left my friends with their arms and legs cut off their bodies, their intestines ripped out, and 2 of them living on for a few days before actually dieing. The court trials went on for 6 months. Because the murderer was caught in the act of slaughtering my friends, and because their was one survivor/witness of the attack (me), the trail went fast and she was executed that same year. I spent 6 months being questioned and interrogated by police and judges and lawyers, who didn’t give a damn about what I was going through, all they wanted was the facts so they could take another life (I was against her execution). This event left me without a single friend – every one of them was killed during this event. In the 20 years since I have not been able to make a single new friend. The event was made worse by the fact that when I went to church, I was meet with adults who didn’t give a damn. Several of them shook hands with me and said “How are you doing”… I responded with “My best friend was murdered this week” to which they responded “Oh that’s nice, I had a great week too” and walked off to shake hands with the next person. There were 375 adults in our church, dozens of them repeated this same thing that Sunday. Not one of them heard what I said. I went into a major stress overload during the court trials. By the time it was over I had stopped talking. I’ve barely spoken a full sentence since than. I took up writing full-time after that. I would get up in the morning, go out to my garden and start writing until night time. Every day, for the next 20+ years, without ever saying a word. Over the years, local rumors have spread, saying that I was a demon possessed witch who puts curses on people. It appeared that I was getting better by 2001, when I was about to be married, but than I had a miscarriage, he called off the wedding, and than in 2003 the demon possession rumors took a violent turn when one hysterical local started saying I had used witchcraft to kill someone. This rumor got out of hand in during the infamous and well documented NaNoWriMo 2006, the year I dropped out due to vandals burning my house to the ground, resulting in my becoming homeless and very famous at the same time. Many news reports, paparazzi hounding’s, and 2 published books later, the stress proved to be too much for me and I suffered a stress induced stroke in October 2009. There is also some debate as to wither I have PTSD or Autism or both. And because it might help your research, I’m going to copy part of an article I wrote, you can read the entire thing here: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807682/living_with_aspergers_s… the entire article is 25 pages long and may take a couple of hours to read, and it is itself and excerpt from a 557 page book which can be found here: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/for-fear-of-little-men/6508479 if you are really into the research and want to know all the details of everything that happened throughout this entire event, you’ll want to read the book itself. Any ways, one of the noted aspects of PTSD is the panic attacks and meltdowns that are triggered by the person coming in contact with anything that reminds them of the stressful event. 14 years, almost to the day, after the murder trail that stopped me talking, I found myself in court once again, and the result was a massive meltdown that got me sent, by the judge, to a psychologist, where it was discovered that what people had been calling PTSD, may have actually been in fact, Autism instead. Here is the part I’m copying (I was 30 years old at the time of this event): Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Not a question asked to me, but a question I ask in response to people demanding I look at them when they talk. Eye contact. Why do I need to be looking at you to hear what you are saying? I hear with my ears not my eyes. Why do I need to look at you to talk to you? I talk with my mouth not my eyes. My lack of eye contact, my inability to speak around strangers, and my cloths, resulted in leading to my finding out I had Asperger’s, when in 2005 I was summoned into court as a witness to some case which I had no idea why they were saying I was a witness too. I’ll recap: A year before the fire or the flood which left my homeless, a man walked up to me, handed me a paper, told me I had been served and I had to show up in court to testify. I found this to be very confusing and puzzling because I didn’t know anything about this so call case that I was supposedly a witness too. I tried to explain this to the man, but I’m not good with verbal explanations. He told me that it didn’t matter wither I thought I was a witness or not, it was a court order and if I didn’t show up at court later that week, I would go to jail. Very puzzled, and very reluctant, I went to court on the date in question and found it to be one of the most nerve wracking frustrating days of my entire life. First off I had to be searched by a guard, who took my tote bag and dumped it out. (I carry my writing paper, my art supplies, and comic books with me every where . . . it’s a really big tote bag. Next I was questioned about my cloths; this being one of my very first confrontations with the world outside of church, I was completely lost as to understand why I was being asked about my cloths. What was wrong with the way I was dressed? My things were stuffed untidily and messed up back into my tote bag and I was told to sit on the right side of the court room. I sat in the very last pew and spent about an hour, resorting my crayons, comics and papers back into their proper order. I was interrupted while doing this, by my name being yelled out. Apparently the judge had called my name several times, but I had not heard her because I was busy fixing the mess the guard had made of my writing materials. I stood up, but had no idea what to do next. She called my name several more times, before finally telling me that I was supposed to come up front and sit in a chair in front of all of those people. Up front, I was asked to repeat a bunch of words, but now came my first really big problem . . . I was being asked to open my mouth and speak, something I had not done in years, and I was being asked to do it in a room filled with 40 or 50 people. This was not my first time in court. When I was 14 I was the only living witness to the murder trail of my 5 friends killed on August 21, 1991. It was court that had stopped me talking before. I spent day after day after day of interigation, back at my friend’s murder trail. When the murder trail ended, I went home and was never able to speak to a stranger again. Now, here I was again 14 years later in court. The judge asked me again and again to repeat the words of the police officer who was standing in front of me. I did. I tried, I said the words, again and again, but though my mouth moved not a sound came from my lips. It was like me throat was strangling them and refusing to let the words escape. The judge finally accepted a nod of yes and told me to sit down. Than came the questions from the 2 men sitting at the tables in front of the judge. They had to ask and re-ask their questions several times, but I could not hear their words, all I could do was stare out at all of those faces, rows and rows of them sitting in the seats below. I think I answered some of their questions because the judge kept telling me I had to speak loud enough for the tape recorder to hear me, and finally she said she had had “enough of this circus”. She than turned to me and told me to look at her. I looked at her hands. She repeatly demanded I look at her. Than she started yelling and saying that I was a grown woman acting like a child, she started yelling at me about my inappropriate cloths, my refusal to answer questions, my refusal to comply with orders, and my arrogance at not making eye contact. My cloths again. What was wrong with my cloths? She dismissed me as a witness, but told me not to leave the court, but to go wait at the front window. While I was sitting on the bench waiting, several men and women, I assume to be lawyers based on the fact that they were wearing suits and carrying brief cases and were in a court house, stopped to talk to me about my cloths. Most asked if I had been on my way to a party or a Ren faire when I had come to court. A few elderly women hobbled over to me and started talking about how nice it was to see people dressing up again like when they were young. Someone asked if I was a “dead head”. Dozens of people walked past me ever few minutes going in or out of one of the three court rooms, and nearly every one of them, made a point to stop and ask me about my cloths. With each question, I was growing ever more puzzled about this obsession every one seemed to have with walking up to me and talking about my cloths. About three hours later the woman at the front window called my name and handed me a paper. It was a court order to see a psychologist, with a slip of paper saying that the State of Maine was going to pay for one 3 hour appointment. As I turned to leave, the woman commented that she liked my costume. I was wearing a Josephine Empire gown of wedge wood blue, with a 3 foot long train. Over which I wore a 7 yard blue velvet burnoose (a type of hooded cape). A few weeks later at the psychologist’s office, I was greeted with: “So you are Wendy. Why are you dressed like that?”. (I was wearing a full kimono — many layers of kimono). He told me he had been reading my case (What case? I have a case? Since when?) sent to him by the judge. He commented several more times about my cloths. Asked if he could see the contents of my tote bag, and than spent the rest of the time asking me about my drawings and writings and how I lived my life. During the course of the meeting he commented several times on my “bizarre accent” and use of old style language, which he said was seen only in rare cases of twins left to be raised by themselves. He called it “twin-language”. He said he had read cases of it, but that he had never witnessed it himself before. He found my childhood and 27 year isolation at the hands of people he called “cultists” fascinating, and believed my total lack of prior Human contact was the cause of my “inability to function”. He thought it may be possible that I could be “trained like a dog” so that I could learn how to “be normal”, as he believed it was possible that I did not actually have a disorder at all, but rather I simply was living just the same as I was as a 4 year old child simply because no adult had ever taught me to be otherwise. By the end of the meeting he had become very excited and was acting like he had just discovered the Lost City of Eldorado or something. He ended by writing up a paper which he said was a request to the State for funding to do a research study on me, saying that I was an “anomaly” which he could not properly diagnose, because I was displaying so many symptoms of so many disorders. Officially I have “Schizotypal Asperger’s Syndrome with OCD Tendancies”, however, he thinks I have something that he calls “an anomolly yet to be named”, as he says there is no deffinate text book disorder to describe me properly. I left his office that day very confused, and for the first time in my life, noticing what people around me were wearing and noticing that it was very different from what I was wearing. I was also, now realizing for the first time, that people look into your eyes when they talk to each other. I was also realizing that people on the street around his office seemed to be doing a lot of standing around (wasting their time) and talking to each other. It has only been 4 years since that meeting, and I still am having a very hard time processing the fact that people talk a lot, people look at each other a lot, and people . . . well, you people just plain dress really weird as far as I can see. I have not again heard back from the psychologist, however, both my mother and my father have gotten letters from him, and each of them, and my mom’s current husband, and my three brothers were called in to be “evaluated” by him to see if the whole family was like me, or if I was the only one in the family who was like this. I don’t know who else he contacted, but I suspect he was the one who sent the social worker to “the tent” a year later, after the flood and the fire left me homeless and living under a tarp. All this, because I wouldn’t look a judge in the eye? I remain confused over why the judge responded the way she did to me, and I remain equally confused as to why the psychologist responded the way he did to me. It was my first real contact with any one outside of the Mormon church and I found it very strange. But, as a result of the judge and the psychologist, I also found out that outside of the Mormon church, people do not believe in demon possession, and unlike the Mormon leaders who always said I acted the way I did because I was possessed by a demon, an evil spirit, or a poltergeist, I had now learned from the psychologist that what they had called evil spirits was really some sort of birth defect in my brain, which causes me to see the world on a different brain wave pattern than every one else, resulting in me acting, dressing, and otherwise responding differently to things than does every one else. Well, I must say his medical diagnosis certainly made much more logical sense to me than the religious leaders’ accusation of demon possession. And now that I know the church leaders were wrong when they called me demon possessed, I no longer feel quite so much like an outcast, unloved, and alone. I’ve since looked into this whole Asperger’s thing, and I must say, it’s kind of a sigh of relief, because now I know what is “wrong” with me, and now, I can figure out how to work my life around it. Copyright Info: The contents of this post, are taken from the second draft of the book “For Fear of Little Men” by Wendy C. Allen, and reprinted here with permission. This article was originally published in October 2008 under the title Living With Asperger’s Syndrome is copyright to Wendy C. Allen and The Twighlight Manor Press, and is reprinted here with permission. __________________________ ========== My Advice for Writers My Books

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Script Frenzy RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Posted March 1, 2010 – 20:08	Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
	One of the major plot points of my show revolves around one of the characters having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Here’s the problem, I don’t know much about it. I’m going to make this short and sweet as opposed to droning on and on over the issue: Does anyone have some helpful information on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

EelKat Municipal Liaison Posted March 31, 2010 – 06:55

RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

I have PSTD to the point that I also have agoraphobia and have not been able to leave my house or have face to face contact with humans. Oddly in the past 20+ years the only time I’ve been able to either leave my house or have contact with humans is for the local Write-In meetings for NaNo and SF. When I was 14years old, my best friend was murdered along with 4 other friends. (five in all) I was the only survivor of a violent bloody attack, which left my friends with their arms and legs cut off their bodies, their intestines ripped out, and 2 of them living on for a few days before actually dieing. The court trials went on for 6 months. Because the murderer was caught in the act of slaughtering my friends, and because their was one survivor/witness of the attack (me), the trail went fast and she was executed that same year. I spent 6 months being questioned and interrogated by police and judges and lawyers, who didn’t give a damn about what I was going through, all they wanted was the facts so they could take another life (I was against her execution). This event left me without a single friend – every one of them was killed during this event. In the 20 years since I have not been able to make a single new friend. The event was made worse by the fact that when I went to church, I was meet with adults who didn’t give a damn. Several of them shook hands with me and said “How are you doing”… I responded with “My best friend was murdered this week” to which they responded “Oh that’s nice, I had a great week too” and walked off to shake hands with the next person. There were 375 adults in our church, dozens of them repeated this same thing that Sunday. Not one of them heard what I said. I went into a major stress overload during the court trials. By the time it was over I had stopped talking. I’ve barely spoken a full sentence since than. I took up writing full-time after that. I would get up in the morning, go out to my garden and start writing until night time. Every day, for the next 20+ years, without ever saying a word. Over the years, local rumors have spread, saying that I was a demon possessed witch who puts curses on people. It appeared that I was getting better by 2001, when I was about to be married, but than I had a miscarriage, he called off the wedding, and than in 2003 the demon possession rumors took a violent turn when one hysterical local started saying I had used witchcraft to kill someone. This rumor got out of hand in during the infamous and well documented NaNoWriMo 2006, the year I dropped out due to vandals burning my house to the ground, resulting in my becoming homeless and very famous at the same time. Many news reports, paparazzi hounding’s, and 2 published books later, the stress proved to be too much for me and I suffered a stress induced stroke in October 2009. There is also some debate as to wither I have PTSD or Autism or both. And because it might help your research, I’m going to copy part of an article I wrote, you can read the entire thing here:http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807682/living_with_aspergers_s… the entire article is 25 pages long and may take a couple of hours to read, and it is itself and excerpt from a 557 page book which can be found here: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/for-fear-of-little-men/6508479 if you are really into the research and want to know all the details of everything that happened throughout this entire event, you’ll want to read the book itself. Any ways, one of the noted aspects of PTSD is the panic attacks and meltdowns that are triggered by the person coming in contact with anything that reminds them of the stressful event. 14 years, almost to the day, after the murder trail that stopped me talking, I found myself in court once again, and the result was a massive meltdown that got me sent, by the judge, to a psychologist, where it was discovered that what people had been calling PTSD, may have actually been in fact, Autism instead. Here is the part I’m copying (I was 30 years old at the time of this event): Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Not a question asked to me, but a question I ask in response to people demanding I look at them when they talk.Eye contact. Why do I need to be looking at you to hear what you are saying? I hear with my ears not my eyes. Why do I need to look at you to talk to you? I talk with my mouth not my eyes.My lack of eye contact, my inability to speak around strangers, and my cloths, resulted in leading to my finding out I had Asperger’s, when in 2005 I was summoned into court as a witness to some case which I had no idea why they were saying I was a witness too. I’ll recap:A year before the fire or the flood which left my homeless, a man walked up to me, handed me a paper, told me I had been served and I had to show up in court to testify. I found this to be very confusing and puzzling because I didn’t know anything about this so call case that I was supposedly a witness too. I tried to explain this to the man, but I’m not good with verbal explanations. He told me that it didn’t matter wither I thought I was a witness or not, it was a court order and if I didn’t show up at court later that week, I would go to jail.Very puzzled, and very reluctant, I went to court on the date in question and found it to be one of the most nerve wracking frustrating days of my entire life. First off I had to be searched by a guard, who took my tote bag and dumped it out. (I carry my writing paper, my art supplies, and comic books with me every where . . . it’s a really big tote bag. Next I was questioned about my cloths; this being one of my very first confrontations with the world outside of church, I was completely lost as to understand why I was being asked about my cloths. What was wrong with the way I was dressed?My things were stuffed untidily and messed up back into my tote bag and I was told to sit on the right side of the court room. I sat in the very last pew and spent about an hour, resorting my crayons, comics and papers back into their proper order. I was interrupted while doing this, by my name being yelled out. Apparently the judge had called my name several times, but I had not heard her because I was busy fixing the mess the guard had made of my writing materials. I stood up, but had no idea what to do next. She called my name several more times, before finally telling me that I was supposed to come up front and sit in a chair in front of all of those people.Up front, I was asked to repeat a bunch of words, but now came my first really big problem . . . I was being asked to open my mouth and speak, something I had not done in years, and I was being asked to do it in a room filled with 40 or 50 people. This was not my first time in court. When I was 14 I was the only living witness to the murder trail of my 5 friends killed on August 21, 1991. It was court that had stopped me talking before. I spent day after day after day of interigation, back at my friend’s murder trail. When the murder trail ended, I went home and was never able to speak to a stranger again. Now, here I was again 14 years later in court. The judge asked me again and again to repeat the words of the police officer who was standing in front of me. I did. I tried, I said the words, again and again, but though my mouth moved not a sound came from my lips. It was like me throat was strangling them and refusing to let the words escape. The judge finally accepted a nod of yes and told me to sit down.Than came the questions from the 2 men sitting at the tables in front of the judge. They had to ask and re-ask their questions several times, but I could not hear their words, all I could do was stare out at all of those faces, rows and rows of them sitting in the seats below. I think I answered some of their questions because the judge kept telling me I had to speak loud enough for the tape recorder to hear me, and finally she said she had had “enough of this circus”. She than turned to me and told me to look at her. I looked at her hands. She repeatly demanded I look at her. Than she started yelling and saying that I was a grown woman acting like a child, she started yelling at me about my inappropriate cloths, my refusal to answer questions, my refusal to comply with orders, and my arrogance at not making eye contact. My cloths again. What was wrong with my cloths? She dismissed me as a witness, but told me not to leave the court, but to go wait at the front window.While I was sitting on the bench waiting, several men and women, I assume to be lawyers based on the fact that they were wearing suits and carrying brief cases and were in a court house, stopped to talk to me about my cloths. Most asked if I had been on my way to a party or a Ren faire when I had come to court. A few elderly women hobbled over to me and started talking about how nice it was to see people dressing up again like when they were young. Someone asked if I was a “dead head”. Dozens of people walked past me ever few minutes going in or out of one of the three court rooms, and nearly every one of them, made a point to stop and ask me about my cloths. With each question, I was growing ever more puzzled about this obsession every one seemed to have with walking up to me and talking about my cloths.About three hours later the woman at the front window called my name and handed me a paper. It was a court order to see a psychologist, with a slip of paper saying that the State of Maine was going to pay for one 3 hour appointment. As I turned to leave, the woman commented that she liked my costume.I was wearing a Josephine Empire gown of wedge wood blue, with a 3 foot long train. Over which I wore a 7 yard blue velvet burnoose (a type of hooded cape).A few weeks later at the psychologist’s office, I was greeted with: “So you are Wendy. Why are you dressed like that?”. (I was wearing a full kimono — many layers of kimono). He told me he had been reading my case (What case? I have a case? Since when?) sent to him by the judge. He commented several more times about my cloths. Asked if he could see the contents of my tote bag, and than spent the rest of the time asking me about my drawings and writings and how I lived my life. During the course of the meeting he commented several times on my “bizarre accent” and use of old style language, which he said was seen only in rare cases of twins left to be raised by themselves. He called it “twin-language”. He said he had read cases of it, but that he had never witnessed it himself before. He found my childhood and 27 year isolation at the hands of people he called “cultists” fascinating, and believed my total lack of prior Human contact was the cause of my “inability to function”. He thought it may be possible that I could be “trained like a dog” so that I could learn how to “be normal”, as he believed it was possible that I did not actually have a disorder at all, but rather I simply was living just the same as I was as a 4 year old child simply because no adult had ever taught me to be otherwise. By the end of the meeting he had become very excited and was acting like he had just discovered the Lost City of Eldorado or something.He ended by writing up a paper which he said was a request to the State for funding to do a research study on me, saying that I was an “anomaly” which he could not properly diagnose, because I was displaying so many symptoms of so many disorders. Officially I have “Schizotypal Asperger’s Syndrome with OCD Tendancies”, however, he thinks I have something that he calls “an anomolly yet to be named”, as he says there is no deffinate text book disorder to describe me properly.I left his office that day very confused, and for the first time in my life, noticing what people around me were wearing and noticing that it was very different from what I was wearing. I was also, now realizing for the first time, that people look into your eyes when they talk to each other. I was also realizing that people on the street around his office seemed to be doing a lot of standing around (wasting their time) and talking to each other. It has only been 4 years since that meeting, and I still am having a very hard time processing the fact that people talk a lot, people look at each other a lot, and people . . . well, you people just plain dress really weird as far as I can see.I have not again heard back from the psychologist, however, both my mother and my father have gotten letters from him, and each of them, and my mom’s current husband, and my three brothers were called in to be “evaluated” by him to see if the whole family was like me, or if I was the only one in the family who was like this. I don’t know who else he contacted, but I suspect he was the one who sent the social worker to “the tent” a year later, after the flood and the fire left me homeless and living under a tarp.All this, because I wouldn’t look a judge in the eye? I remain confused over why the judge responded the way she did to me, and I remain equally confused as to why the psychologist responded the way he did to me. It was my first real contact with any one outside of the Mormon church and I found it very strange. But, as a result of the judge and the psychologist, I also found out that outside of the Mormon church, people do not believe in demon possession, and unlike the Mormon leaders who always said I acted the way I did because I was possessed by a demon, an evil spirit, or a poltergeist, I had now learned from the psychologist that what they had called evil spirits was really some sort of birth defect in my brain, which causes me to see the world on a different brain wave pattern than every one else, resulting in me acting, dressing, and otherwise responding differently to things than does every one else. Well, I must say his medical diagnosis certainly made much more logical sense to me than the religious leaders’ accusation of demon possession.And now that I know the church leaders were wrong when they called me demon possessed, I no longer feel quite so much like an outcast, unloved, and alone. I’ve since looked into this whole Asperger’s thing, and I must say, it’s kind of a sigh of relief, because now I know what is “wrong” with me, and now, I can figure out how to work my life around it.Copyright Info: The contents of this post, are taken from the second draft of the book “For Fear of Little Men” by Wendy C. Allen, and reprinted here with permission. This article was originally published in October 2008 under the title Living With Asperger’s Syndrome is copyright to Wendy C. Allen and The Twighlight Manor Press, and is reprinted here with permission. __________________________ ========== My Advice for Writers My Books

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>Script Frenzy RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

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Posted March 1, 2010 – 20:08	Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?
	One of the major plot points of my show revolves around one of the characters having Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. Here’s the problem, I don’t know much about it. I’m going to make this short and sweet as opposed to droning on and on over the issue: Does anyone have some helpful information on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

EelKat Municipal Liaison Posted March 31, 2010 – 06:55

RE: Helpful Info on Post Traumatic Stress Disorder?

I have PSTD to the point that I also have agoraphobia and have not been able to leave my house or have face to face contact with humans. Oddly in the past 20+ years the only time I’ve been able to either leave my house or have contact with humans is for the local Write-In meetings for NaNo and SF. When I was 14years old, my best friend was murdered along with 4 other friends. (five in all) I was the only survivor of a violent bloody attack, which left my friends with their arms and legs cut off their bodies, their intestines ripped out, and 2 of them living on for a few days before actually dieing. The court trials went on for 6 months. Because the murderer was caught in the act of slaughtering my friends, and because their was one survivor/witness of the attack (me), the trail went fast and she was executed that same year. I spent 6 months being questioned and interrogated by police and judges and lawyers, who didn’t give a damn about what I was going through, all they wanted was the facts so they could take another life (I was against her execution). This event left me without a single friend – every one of them was killed during this event. In the 20 years since I have not been able to make a single new friend. The event was made worse by the fact that when I went to church, I was meet with adults who didn’t give a damn. Several of them shook hands with me and said “How are you doing”… I responded with “My best friend was murdered this week” to which they responded “Oh that’s nice, I had a great week too” and walked off to shake hands with the next person. There were 375 adults in our church, dozens of them repeated this same thing that Sunday. Not one of them heard what I said. I went into a major stress overload during the court trials. By the time it was over I had stopped talking. I’ve barely spoken a full sentence since than. I took up writing full-time after that. I would get up in the morning, go out to my garden and start writing until night time. Every day, for the next 20+ years, without ever saying a word. Over the years, local rumors have spread, saying that I was a demon possessed witch who puts curses on people. It appeared that I was getting better by 2001, when I was about to be married, but than I had a miscarriage, he called off the wedding, and than in 2003 the demon possession rumors took a violent turn when one hysterical local started saying I had used witchcraft to kill someone. This rumor got out of hand in during the infamous and well documented NaNoWriMo 2006, the year I dropped out due to vandals burning my house to the ground, resulting in my becoming homeless and very famous at the same time. Many news reports, paparazzi hounding’s, and 2 published books later, the stress proved to be too much for me and I suffered a stress induced stroke in October 2009. There is also some debate as to wither I have PTSD or Autism or both. And because it might help your research, I’m going to copy part of an article I wrote, you can read the entire thing here:http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/2807682/living_with_aspergers_s… the entire article is 25 pages long and may take a couple of hours to read, and it is itself and excerpt from a 557 page book which can be found here: http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/for-fear-of-little-men/6508479 if you are really into the research and want to know all the details of everything that happened throughout this entire event, you’ll want to read the book itself. Any ways, one of the noted aspects of PTSD is the panic attacks and meltdowns that are triggered by the person coming in contact with anything that reminds them of the stressful event. 14 years, almost to the day, after the murder trail that stopped me talking, I found myself in court once again, and the result was a massive meltdown that got me sent, by the judge, to a psychologist, where it was discovered that what people had been calling PTSD, may have actually been in fact, Autism instead. Here is the part I’m copying (I was 30 years old at the time of this event): Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? Not a question asked to me, but a question I ask in response to people demanding I look at them when they talk.Eye contact. Why do I need to be looking at you to hear what you are saying? I hear with my ears not my eyes. Why do I need to look at you to talk to you? I talk with my mouth not my eyes.My lack of eye contact, my inability to speak around strangers, and my cloths, resulted in leading to my finding out I had Asperger’s, when in 2005 I was summoned into court as a witness to some case which I had no idea why they were saying I was a witness too. I’ll recap:A year before the fire or the flood which left my homeless, a man walked up to me, handed me a paper, told me I had been served and I had to show up in court to testify. I found this to be very confusing and puzzling because I didn’t know anything about this so call case that I was supposedly a witness too. I tried to explain this to the man, but I’m not good with verbal explanations. He told me that it didn’t matter wither I thought I was a witness or not, it was a court order and if I didn’t show up at court later that week, I would go to jail.Very puzzled, and very reluctant, I went to court on the date in question and found it to be one of the most nerve wracking frustrating days of my entire life. First off I had to be searched by a guard, who took my tote bag and dumped it out. (I carry my writing paper, my art supplies, and comic books with me every where . . . it’s a really big tote bag. Next I was questioned about my cloths; this being one of my very first confrontations with the world outside of church, I was completely lost as to understand why I was being asked about my cloths. What was wrong with the way I was dressed?My things were stuffed untidily and messed up back into my tote bag and I was told to sit on the right side of the court room. I sat in the very last pew and spent about an hour, resorting my crayons, comics and papers back into their proper order. I was interrupted while doing this, by my name being yelled out. Apparently the judge had called my name several times, but I had not heard her because I was busy fixing the mess the guard had made of my writing materials. I stood up, but had no idea what to do next. She called my name several more times, before finally telling me that I was supposed to come up front and sit in a chair in front of all of those people.Up front, I was asked to repeat a bunch of words, but now came my first really big problem . . . I was being asked to open my mouth and speak, something I had not done in years, and I was being asked to do it in a room filled with 40 or 50 people. This was not my first time in court. When I was 14 I was the only living witness to the murder trail of my 5 friends killed on August 21, 1991. It was court that had stopped me talking before. I spent day after day after day of interigation, back at my friend’s murder trail. When the murder trail ended, I went home and was never able to speak to a stranger again. Now, here I was again 14 years later in court. The judge asked me again and again to repeat the words of the police officer who was standing in front of me. I did. I tried, I said the words, again and again, but though my mouth moved not a sound came from my lips. It was like me throat was strangling them and refusing to let the words escape. The judge finally accepted a nod of yes and told me to sit down.Than came the questions from the 2 men sitting at the tables in front of the judge. They had to ask and re-ask their questions several times, but I could not hear their words, all I could do was stare out at all of those faces, rows and rows of them sitting in the seats below. I think I answered some of their questions because the judge kept telling me I had to speak loud enough for the tape recorder to hear me, and finally she said she had had “enough of this circus”. She than turned to me and told me to look at her. I looked at her hands. She repeatly demanded I look at her. Than she started yelling and saying that I was a grown woman acting like a child, she started yelling at me about my inappropriate cloths, my refusal to answer questions, my refusal to comply with orders, and my arrogance at not making eye contact. My cloths again. What was wrong with my cloths? She dismissed me as a witness, but told me not to leave the court, but to go wait at the front window.While I was sitting on the bench waiting, several men and women, I assume to be lawyers based on the fact that they were wearing suits and carrying brief cases and were in a court house, stopped to talk to me about my cloths. Most asked if I had been on my way to a party or a Ren faire when I had come to court. A few elderly women hobbled over to me and started talking about how nice it was to see people dressing up again like when they were young. Someone asked if I was a “dead head”. Dozens of people walked past me ever few minutes going in or out of one of the three court rooms, and nearly every one of them, made a point to stop and ask me about my cloths. With each question, I was growing ever more puzzled about this obsession every one seemed to have with walking up to me and talking about my cloths.About three hours later the woman at the front window called my name and handed me a paper. It was a court order to see a psychologist, with a slip of paper saying that the State of Maine was going to pay for one 3 hour appointment. As I turned to leave, the woman commented that she liked my costume.I was wearing a Josephine Empire gown of wedge wood blue, with a 3 foot long train. Over which I wore a 7 yard blue velvet burnoose (a type of hooded cape).A few weeks later at the psychologist’s office, I was greeted with: “So you are Wendy. Why are you dressed like that?”. (I was wearing a full kimono — many layers of kimono). He told me he had been reading my case (What case? I have a case? Since when?) sent to him by the judge. He commented several more times about my cloths. Asked if he could see the contents of my tote bag, and than spent the rest of the time asking me about my drawings and writings and how I lived my life. During the course of the meeting he commented several times on my “bizarre accent” and use of old style language, which he said was seen only in rare cases of twins left to be raised by themselves. He called it “twin-language”. He said he had read cases of it, but that he had never witnessed it himself before. He found my childhood and 27 year isolation at the hands of people he called “cultists” fascinating, and believed my total lack of prior Human contact was the cause of my “inability to function”. He thought it may be possible that I could be “trained like a dog” so that I could learn how to “be normal”, as he believed it was possible that I did not actually have a disorder at all, but rather I simply was living just the same as I was as a 4 year old child simply because no adult had ever taught me to be otherwise. By the end of the meeting he had become very excited and was acting like he had just discovered the Lost City of Eldorado or something.He ended by writing up a paper which he said was a request to the State for funding to do a research study on me, saying that I was an “anomaly” which he could not properly diagnose, because I was displaying so many symptoms of so many disorders. Officially I have “Schizotypal Asperger’s Syndrome with OCD Tendancies”, however, he thinks I have something that he calls “an anomolly yet to be named”, as he says there is no deffinate text book disorder to describe me properly.I left his office that day very confused, and for the first time in my life, noticing what people around me were wearing and noticing that it was very different from what I was wearing. I was also, now realizing for the first time, that people look into your eyes when they talk to each other. I was also realizing that people on the street around his office seemed to be doing a lot of standing around (wasting their time) and talking to each other. It has only been 4 years since that meeting, and I still am having a very hard time processing the fact that people talk a lot, people look at each other a lot, and people . . . well, you people just plain dress really weird as far as I can see.I have not again heard back from the psychologist, however, both my mother and my father have gotten letters from him, and each of them, and my mom’s current husband, and my three brothers were called in to be “evaluated” by him to see if the whole family was like me, or if I was the only one in the family who was like this. I don’t know who else he contacted, but I suspect he was the one who sent the social worker to “the tent” a year later, after the flood and the fire left me homeless and living under a tarp.All this, because I wouldn’t look a judge in the eye? I remain confused over why the judge responded the way she did to me, and I remain equally confused as to why the psychologist responded the way he did to me. It was my first real contact with any one outside of the Mormon church and I found it very strange. But, as a result of the judge and the psychologist, I also found out that outside of the Mormon church, people do not believe in demon possession, and unlike the Mormon leaders who always said I acted the way I did because I was possessed by a demon, an evil spirit, or a poltergeist, I had now learned from the psychologist that what they had called evil spirits was really some sort of birth defect in my brain, which causes me to see the world on a different brain wave pattern than every one else, resulting in me acting, dressing, and otherwise responding differently to things than does every one else. Well, I must say his medical diagnosis certainly made much more logical sense to me than the religious leaders’ accusation of demon possession.And now that I know the church leaders were wrong when they called me demon possessed, I no longer feel quite so much like an outcast, unloved, and alone. I’ve since looked into this whole Asperger’s thing, and I must say, it’s kind of a sigh of relief, because now I know what is “wrong” with me, and now, I can figure out how to work my life around it.Copyright Info: The contents of this post, are taken from the second draft of the book “For Fear of Little Men” by Wendy C. Allen, and reprinted here with permission. This article was originally published in October 2008 under the title Living With Asperger’s Syndrome is copyright to Wendy C. Allen and The Twighlight Manor Press, and is reprinted here with permission. __________________________ ========== My Advice for Writers My Books

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