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Friday's Progress Report with Bonus
Progress Report on the Body Swap story, which really has reached the last scene, if I have any control on this at all. It's
now 57435 words in 282 pages -- according to the Word count, that's 1498 paragraphs with 6305 sentences.
You know what's weird? If instead of clicking on Word Count, you accidentally click on Auto-Summary... and then go ahead and see what result it gives you. I guess this feature makes sense with non-fiction and technical writing, where you may be able to pick something up about the structure and what points the piece is hitting, but with fiction... it gets a little strange. For one thing, it tries to grab all the really short sentences, what with all the dialogue, you get mostly the said tags, and it looks something like this:
“Fraser?” “Fraser!” Ray! Fraser’s – my – eyes widened. “If I had any doubt you were Fraser….”
Fraser said. Fraser nodded slowly. “Fraser, Fraser, Fraser.” Fraser said. “Hypnosis,” Fraser said promptly.
“Well, yes,” said Fraser.
“Occam’s Razor,” Fraser said.
“Oh dear,” Fraser said. Fraser said, looking horrified. Fraser gave me a grin… “I see,” said Fraser. “Butterfly nets?” said Fraser. “Er, no,” Fraser said. Fraser looked thoughtful. Fraser rubbed the eyebrow again. “Ray—” Fraser stopped. “Ray – Ray!” Fraser rubbed his eyebrow. “Ah,” Fraser said. “Ray—” Fraser shook his head. “Ray,” Fraser looked very solemn. Fraser said, still bent over. Fraser blinked. “Ah,” Fraser said – the all-purpose Fraser noise. “Thank you, Ray,” Fraser said. Fraser sounds thoughtful, good.
Fraser trails off. Fraser sighed and rolled his eyes. “Ray, I’m serious,” Fraser said.
Fraser said. “Still… Fraser said.
Fraser looked up. “I’m Fraser, remember?” “Thank you, Ray,” Fraser said. “Constable Fraser,” Fraser says. Turnbull exclaims, turning towards Fraser. Turnbull says to Fraser. Fraser nods. Fraser straightened up and smiled bravely. Fraser whispered.
“Ah,” Fraser said. “Yes, please,” Fraser said emphatically. Fraser still didn’t sound convinced.
“Really, Ray,” Fraser said.
Fraser would never leave without that.
Fraser didn’t blend in. Fraser said.
Fraser snorted softly. “Oh, my,” Fraser said. “Ray, I’m so sorry,” Fraser said. “Hey, Fraser!” Fraser nodded, got to his feet. Dewey gaped open-mouthed at Fraser. Huey stared at Fraser. “Oh dear,” said Fraser.
Fraser said. Ray,” Fraser was saying. Welsh… I hear Fraser saying, “Frannie! Frannie! “Oh, Ray – Fraser! “Oh dear,” said Fraser.
Welsh said. “Night terrors,” said Fraser abruptly. Fraser rubbed his eyebrow. Welsh said.
Fraser nodded, Jack looked thoughtful. “I wonder,” said Fraser. “I suppose not,” said Fraser. “Frannie,” Welsh said. Welsh spat.
“Ah,” said Fraser. “The I Ching, Ray,” Fraser said. Fraser said. “Ah,” said Fraser. "No, sir," said Fraser. Fraser said.
"Perhaps," said Fraser. Fraser said. "Agreed," Fraser said. Fraser looked slightly hacked off. "Definitely not," Fraser said.
"Ah," said Fraser. Fraser looked thoughtful. "I see," Fraser said. "'Resigned,'" Fraser said. Welsh nodded at something Fraser said. "Frannie!" Fraser touched her arm. Welsh caught Fraser's eye, and shook his head. "Ah," Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. "Pardon me," Fraser said. I added to Fraser.
Fraser shook his head. "Ray, it's quite dangerous," said Fraser. "Understood, Ray," Fraser said. In Fraser's? "It's me, Fraser," I said. "I blame myself," Fraser said. "Ray," Fraser said.
"I kind of hit Constable Fraser."
"I'm sure Fraser doesn’t either."
"Frannie? Fraser said.
"I'm back to being Fraser."
Fraser said. Fraser said. Fraser looked up. Fraser sighed. I said to Fraser. Fraser said from the doorway. Fraser looked thoughtful. "Exactly, Ray," Fraser said. "Essentially… yes," said Fraser. "Relatively, Leftenant," Fraser said. Welsh frowned. Messina looked at Fraser. "So there is," Fraser said. Fraser said, turning to me.
Fraser nodded. Welsh frowned. "Ray," Fraser said. "Pardon me, Ray," Fraser said. "Ray… you're babbling," Fraser said.
Of course, maybe the Auto-Summary algorithm just really likes Paul Gross. I don't know, I just write the stuff.
now 57435 words in 282 pages -- according to the Word count, that's 1498 paragraphs with 6305 sentences.
You know what's weird? If instead of clicking on Word Count, you accidentally click on Auto-Summary... and then go ahead and see what result it gives you. I guess this feature makes sense with non-fiction and technical writing, where you may be able to pick something up about the structure and what points the piece is hitting, but with fiction... it gets a little strange. For one thing, it tries to grab all the really short sentences, what with all the dialogue, you get mostly the said tags, and it looks something like this:
“Fraser?” “Fraser!” Ray! Fraser’s – my – eyes widened. “If I had any doubt you were Fraser….”
Fraser said. Fraser nodded slowly. “Fraser, Fraser, Fraser.” Fraser said. “Hypnosis,” Fraser said promptly.
“Well, yes,” said Fraser.
“Occam’s Razor,” Fraser said.
“Oh dear,” Fraser said. Fraser said, looking horrified. Fraser gave me a grin… “I see,” said Fraser. “Butterfly nets?” said Fraser. “Er, no,” Fraser said. Fraser looked thoughtful. Fraser rubbed the eyebrow again. “Ray—” Fraser stopped. “Ray – Ray!” Fraser rubbed his eyebrow. “Ah,” Fraser said. “Ray—” Fraser shook his head. “Ray,” Fraser looked very solemn. Fraser said, still bent over. Fraser blinked. “Ah,” Fraser said – the all-purpose Fraser noise. “Thank you, Ray,” Fraser said. Fraser sounds thoughtful, good.
Fraser trails off. Fraser sighed and rolled his eyes. “Ray, I’m serious,” Fraser said.
Fraser said. “Still… Fraser said.
Fraser looked up. “I’m Fraser, remember?” “Thank you, Ray,” Fraser said. “Constable Fraser,” Fraser says. Turnbull exclaims, turning towards Fraser. Turnbull says to Fraser. Fraser nods. Fraser straightened up and smiled bravely. Fraser whispered.
“Ah,” Fraser said. “Yes, please,” Fraser said emphatically. Fraser still didn’t sound convinced.
“Really, Ray,” Fraser said.
Fraser would never leave without that.
Fraser didn’t blend in. Fraser said.
Fraser snorted softly. “Oh, my,” Fraser said. “Ray, I’m so sorry,” Fraser said. “Hey, Fraser!” Fraser nodded, got to his feet. Dewey gaped open-mouthed at Fraser. Huey stared at Fraser. “Oh dear,” said Fraser.
Fraser said. Ray,” Fraser was saying. Welsh… I hear Fraser saying, “Frannie! Frannie! “Oh, Ray – Fraser! “Oh dear,” said Fraser.
Welsh said. “Night terrors,” said Fraser abruptly. Fraser rubbed his eyebrow. Welsh said.
Fraser nodded, Jack looked thoughtful. “I wonder,” said Fraser. “I suppose not,” said Fraser. “Frannie,” Welsh said. Welsh spat.
“Ah,” said Fraser. “The I Ching, Ray,” Fraser said. Fraser said. “Ah,” said Fraser. "No, sir," said Fraser. Fraser said.
"Perhaps," said Fraser. Fraser said. "Agreed," Fraser said. Fraser looked slightly hacked off. "Definitely not," Fraser said.
"Ah," said Fraser. Fraser looked thoughtful. "I see," Fraser said. "'Resigned,'" Fraser said. Welsh nodded at something Fraser said. "Frannie!" Fraser touched her arm. Welsh caught Fraser's eye, and shook his head. "Ah," Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. Fraser said. "Ms. Messina," Fraser said. "Pardon me," Fraser said. I added to Fraser.
Fraser shook his head. "Ray, it's quite dangerous," said Fraser. "Understood, Ray," Fraser said. In Fraser's? "It's me, Fraser," I said. "I blame myself," Fraser said. "Ray," Fraser said.
"I kind of hit Constable Fraser."
"I'm sure Fraser doesn’t either."
"Frannie? Fraser said.
"I'm back to being Fraser."
Fraser said. Fraser said. Fraser looked up. Fraser sighed. I said to Fraser. Fraser said from the doorway. Fraser looked thoughtful. "Exactly, Ray," Fraser said. "Essentially… yes," said Fraser. "Relatively, Leftenant," Fraser said. Welsh frowned. Messina looked at Fraser. "So there is," Fraser said. Fraser said, turning to me.
Fraser nodded. Welsh frowned. "Ray," Fraser said. "Pardon me, Ray," Fraser said. "Ray… you're babbling," Fraser said.
Of course, maybe the Auto-Summary algorithm just really likes Paul Gross. I don't know, I just write the stuff.
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auto-summary do like paul gross. well, fraser at least.
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FRASER! Fraser thought Fraser sounded really funny, Fraser. Ray and Fraser always Fraser and Ray.
Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser Fraser.
Okay, I'll stop (Fraser) now.