I usequestails for her computer geniousness.
After the Singapore Incident, I went a-searching for online document storage because emailing stories and notes to myself (and backing it all up on three separate flash drives, or posting it and locking it here) didn’t fully satisfy my ocd. I discovered some nicely recommended storage sites, but I’ve successfully locked myself down with anti-malware everything and the sites won’t allow me to upload without turning it off, which I cannot do because something might explode.
So I askedquestails and she put up with my ignorance magnanimously (as always) and said, why don’t you just use the document feature on gmail?
Oh.
I’ve been playing with gmail docs for a couple weeks now and I love it love it love it. I love that I can email stories in and send draft links without attachments to whomever I want (the rest of you might not share in my ease of sharing). It’s clean text that keeps the style definitions so that I can copy and post without having to fiddle with font, unlike Word 07 which is of the devil, notepad takes too much out, etc.
Curious about word count last night, I searched around to see if there was any difference between Word and gmail and discovered – my writing is easily understood by the average eleven year old and I typically write at the fourth grade level according to the Flesch-Kincaid Readability Tests. Occasionally, rarely, I step up to the fifth grade level. That puts me about even with Reader’s Digest and a little better than our local disaster of a newspaper.
I’m sure Word offers the same information, but I never go deeper than the word count at the bottom of the screen. I know the tests don’t qualify as ratings, if it did, my fondness for a certain word that begins with f would push me at least into middle school (where I will eternally remain in heart and action). So, I’m going to be more polysyllabic this week. I’m going to keep tellingquestails that she’s magnanimous, because she is. And
victoriawiley, who writes shopping lists at the doctorate level, I’m going to tell her that she’s perspicacious, because that’s why I love her, and with her help I will use more semi-colons and develop complex sentence structures and I will finally understand the past perfect tense. I will try, and fail, to stop beginning sentences with And and But.
So, using Flesch-Kincaid, who is your target audience?
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I don't think semicolons are the answer. I rampantly abuse them, and half the time, my sentences would not be grammatically correct in any known language, living or dead.
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Tonight I'll see if I can write a ninth grade sentence. It will be hard; (semicolon!!!) I want to know the criteria. And I like your sentences, which tells me that I, at least, can read at the 7.12 grade level.
Oxford commas. It might have something to do with oxford commas.
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Also, whenever someone says Oxford Comma, I get that Vampire Weekend song stuck in my head for two weeks. Thank you.
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Çekoslovakyalılaştıramadıklarımızdanmışsınız, is an actual Turkish word. I'm going to use it in my next story.
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You're right about readability - I'm finding it hard to believe that the average adult would be able to swim through a 10-12 sentence, and a story written entirely in that language would be deliberately obscure. I wonder where Finnegan's Wake lands on the scale? *off to google*
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"It intrigued me to discover that your Flesch-Kincaid Reading Level was so miniscule; however, the readability of your writing definitely benefited."
That sentence received a grade level of 18.00, and a Reading Ease of 0.21. It's not ninth grade level, but it kind of illustrates what the test is going for. It doesn't measure the concepts in your sentence, but the use of vocabulary by averaging your syllables, and sentence structure. Simple active voice sentences get lower grade scores and higher readability, whereas things like passive voice, multiple independent clauses, and a variety of dependent clauses (noun, adverb, adjective clauses), make readability more difficult and raise the grade level.
I get higher scores because I play with sentence structure and clauses quite often. Also, I tend to favor long sentences with multiple clauses rather than breaking up a united idea. (For fun, the above paragraph got a 10.00 with a Reading Ease of 51.59!)
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I'm going to go play with this all night, but the longer I think about it all, the more it sounds like math and math makes my brain explode.
Reading Ease of 51.59! Comparatively, I shouldn't be able to comprehend that paragraph. I hearby vow to be more complex.
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It's not so much that passive voice makes the sentence more complex as that it inverts the sentence, slowing the pace down and making it harder to read. That's why your grammar school teachers always told you to avoid it. In general, that's good advice, unless it really matters that the subject the receiver of the action. If it's not essential to the meaning, passive voice can sound like you're avoiding the topic or being wishy washy, but mostly it's just that active voice sounds more lively and direct.
Clearly I spent too much time in writing and lit class.
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Actually, they should ban me from writing. I drive my betas to drink.
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In general I try to be a wellspring of serendipity.. serendipitousness?.. what a damned made-up word that is! How else would I know that what you needed on a particular night was a gay man in a luchador costume?
I would love to be a professional purveyor of oddities. Nothing would please me more than to be able to reach into a dusty cupboard and withdraw whatever it was that a patron desired; anything from a moth-eaten stuffed kingfisher with glass eyes that didn't match to a very tall man with ink-red hair, handsome but somewhat spooked, insisting that the kingfisher is quite alive.
That paragraph garnered a Grade level of exactly 11.
I don't know what that means.
You'll have to ask the kingfisher.
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Even having used the word luchador in the above paragraph I achieved a grade score of a big, whopping 6. Sixth grade. 6th. Maybe I need to think up a new past time. Like knitting.
You do realize that I need to write a kingfisher scene now, complete with frightened red head (unless it's already been done, if so, could you send me the link?)
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At this point I noticed a quiet scratching sound, punctuating my ridiculous mental diabtribe. I looked around to find a crow with an antique fountain pen, making a list on a bit of fine vellum. His penmanship was exquisite. Toward the bottom, I read the following:
-pretty easy to find
-artist
-inscrutable, in her own opinion anyway
-poor situational awareness; I have been here for fully three-quarters an hour and she's just now noticed me
I glared at the crow over that last one, he ignored me, and set about cataloging the contents of my pencil-box. So, I sketched him while I was on a very boring phone call. Hmmph. So much for my delusions of mystery, I suupose.
I don't think I'm telepathic; I think I just have a muse of .. erm.. probably there's a word for it that I don't know. A muse that brings what you need. I wouldn't have guessed that the ability would extend to gay luchadors. That one is definitely a statistical outlier.
I would be beyond delighted to know what else happens in the scene with the red-haired man and the kingfisher - what I told you is what came to mind, so that's all I know! Tell me, so I can sketch it? It's been nibbling around the edges of my mind all afternoon!
6th grade, OH! Literally, grade, now I get it. Well, I call BS - some of my very favourite books were intended for 6th graders, or thereabouts. Some of my least favourite books grace the reading lists of 11th graders. It's the truth!
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Some of my best friends are fourth graders, so as long as I tone down the subject matter, I don't mind writing for them. I as awfully proud of myself last night. I wrote a tenth grade sentence! But it was terrifically boring and I crumpled the page after I finished.
It would be a shiraz-merlot evening in the twopoint household. I just spent two days writing a migraine scene. Do you suffer from migraines? I only get stress headaches, but I do have family members who are out for days with the big ones. I trying to figure out how I can place a kingfisher into the scene. Two birds with one . . .
Which reminds me! Show me the sketch you drew of Edda while he surveyed the contents of your pencil box.
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You'll note he's got a wee shiny rock to hold down the corner of the parchment, to keep it from curling as he writes. The weird green smear looks like some strange mossy hieroglyph, which I liked, so I left it; all it really is is a smear from a leaky inkjet cartridge.
Crows are actually a bit tough to draw just from memory, but I'm amused enough with handsome Edda that I kinda want to make a painting out of this. I'd use gold leaf in there somewhere - of course - I'm not above flattery, particularly in exchange for witty crow-songs and earlobe nibbles.
Books for fourth graders are likely to have pictures in them; I vote you keep the subject matter, and add more pictures, because the world needs more beautiful men kissing. Or trying to kill each other. However you like. I love books with pictures in them. <3
It has been a ridiculously long nap evening in the questails abode; how in the hell did I sleep until 11pm?! So much for my half-hour power nap. One glass of tea, then something with a reasonable amount of liquor in it.
I do get migraines (thanks, Mom), but so far - knock on wood - not bad ones. I .. I have no idea how to get from a migraine to an odd-eyed stuffed kingfisher, but it wouldn't be the weirdest thing I'd (thought I'd) seen, lying in the dark, trying to will my head to stop hurting.
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I'm holding my breath to see a painting of him, but this sketch is delightful.
They made me work long hours today and I couldn't get online with my phone and they kept asking questions and they kept telling me to do things, and it was only now that I could sit down with a glass of wine and look at Edda. I love him.
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You should check out this post.
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On the off chance, if there is a possibility, however miniscule.. can we maybe consider the option of co-writing a teeny weeny Soviet Russia art heist Schwarz thinger?
I know you're busy, and you have your originals to worry about, but alas. I thought I would overcome my shyness and ask.
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I will warn you that the reason I don't write for a living anymore is -- I have a tendency to write utter shit when pressed with a deadline. Also, I'm an only child so I have a tendency to wander off and be sullen when I'm writing utter shit. If you can live with these things, then I think we need to get started immediately.
It must not be tiny. It must be epic. Or epically tiny. What can we have them go after? Why do they need it? There must be a night train from St. Petersburg to Moscow. There must be eccentric oc's.
This is the most exciting thing ever!
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Deadlines hurt, but at least we can be sullen together. XD I am ready to start when you are, but please be prepared to catch me, when I collapse under pressure. Oh my! I may get the vapors!
It's you. And, it's me. They need to acquire a certain icon, of course. Unless, you can think of some other wonderful object. And the OC's! Moody iconographers! Cynical Orthodox priests! The possibilities are endless.
You need to get on AIM. :-P
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There's going to be some serious icon lovin in the coming weeks.
I'm zehiragac on AIM.
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I shall contact you shortly, with further information about the whereabouts of a certain Byzantine treasure. XD
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If I can keep channeling you, co-writing will be simple.
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I KNOW!
Was in the middle of a long original thing, full of (artificial) telepaths, but the snark wouldn't come. This person named S blocked all transmission of snark. Instead, they're just all kind of maudlin and socially inept.