Fast Fiction

Off to Priscilla’s in Burbank bright and early. I got a late start, actually, and traffic on the 5 was oddly congested, so I was a little late. I didn’t really get started until 10 AM. But I had a good latte at my side and a small but very good pecan bar.

The table was wobbly and my abdomen has been hurting pretty bad lately, so I was very uncomfortable most of the time I was there.
time..running tally..words…words/minute
10:15…..12,471…..609…..40.60
10:30…..13,041…..570…..38.00
10:45…..13,587…..546…..36.40
11:00…..14,060…..473…..31.53
11:15…..14,616…..556…..37.07
11:30…..15,090…..474…..31.60
12:00…..15,433…..343…..22.87
12:15…..16,143…..710…..47.33
12:30…..16,855…..712…..47.47

And here’s some fun, I ran Word’s auto summarize feature. So instead of bothering with that messy 17,000 word PDF over there, here’s what’s going on:

The name Rachel Watson did that. If at all. ìWhatís your name??(r)

ìIím agent Kolotigian.?(r)

ìAgent Kolotigian.” Agent Kolotigian smiled. “Iím changing my name. To Rachel Watson.?(r)

ìRachel Watson? Your name is fine.” ìIíve changed my name. Iíve changed my name to Rachel Watson.?(r)

ìRachel Watson. Name one horrible Gross. ìHeather Gross. ìMaddie Fairfax.?(r)

ìMaddie.?(r) ìFairfax.?(r) Denise Gross nodded. They never spelled Maddie Fairfaxís name wrong.