When I did the shot, a tiny little window of what I did appeared in the lower right corner of my editor. Then it disappeared. How do I get it to drag it over here?
Unbuttoning the Years (This looks nothing like what shows in my editor)
Dena’s home was on a quiet cul-de-sac not far from her parent’s place. It was a modest neighborhood but well kept. Her decorating style was understated and definitely showed her West Texas upbringing. Western and Mexican art blended tastefully. Her furniture was designed for comfort, not style. Mark sat on one side of the love seat, while Dena disappeared into the back, saying it was time to ditch the work outfit. She took his travel bag with her. He looked around her living room taking it all in. Dena called out from the kitchen, “Hey Mark, want a beer? Anything?” “Naw, maybe later.” “OK,” she called out. “I’ll put on a pot for some tea.” Dena emerged from the kitchen wearing sweat pants and a sweatshirt. Her long dark hair was loose and swept back across her shoulders. Barefoot, she walked up to Mark, sitting on the small sofa and said, “Remember?” She held the bottom of her sweatshirt away from her body, stretching it tight. It was zipped down just a little, but the thing that got Mark’s attention were the crossed oars. “Hey, is that the same sweatshirt you used to have?” “Yep, I kept it. Had to get the shoulder repaired where it got ripped, but I couldn’t throw it away. It’s been in the closet all this time. I’m happy to know I can still squeeze into it. But that’s not all, wait a second, there’s something in the study I want you to see.” Mark started to get up, but she stopped him, saying, “I’ll be right back.” In a moment she returned, holding a small five by seven framed photo. She handed it to Mark and it took him a moment to recognize what he was seeing. It was a photo of Mark and Dena sitting on a low rock wall at that scenic overlook in the Shenandoah National Park. Mark had his arm around Dena and they were sharing a kiss. The photo was thirty years old. “God Bug, what’s the next surprise?” “Well, you could recreate what we’re doing in that picture!” Dena plopped down next to Mark and gave him a kiss, then scooted around sideways with her back to the sofa’s arm, stretching her legs across Mark’s lap. “How did you get this picture, Dena? Wasn’t the camera lost? Didn’t it belong to Sheila’s dad? Red told me there was nothing of value left at the lot where they towed the wreckage.” “Yeah, somebody probably got themselves a nice camera, but remember that guy that took those photos for us? This was on the last part of the roll. When he changed rolls, I stuck that one in my pocket. Remember those shorts I wore with the cargo pockets? Anyway, it was in there. And guess what? I still have that knife. It’s in my office, at work. I open letters with it.” “Ah yes, the infamous squirrel-skinner switchblade, that’s funny.” “This is all I had, Mark. All I had of us, then there was Kenny. He’s been my piece of you all this time. And now, I can’t believe you’re right here with me. Is it real, Cowboy?” Mark ran his hands over Dena’s legs, her ankles, caressing her feet. “Yep, real. I feel like I just woke up and I’ve been dreaming. But, I have to ask, you know, is there anyone? I mean, are you seeing anyone?” The tea pot began to scream so Dena got up to attend to it, leaving the question unanswered. She returned in a few minutes with a tray containing two steaming mugs of tea. “Green tea, with honey and a little lemon. Hope you like it, I gave up coffee a long time ago, makes me jittery.” Mark took a sip, carefully as it was steaming hot. “So, I feel like I’m inside out with all the questions thrown at me today, what about you? A man? Yes, no? All I know is that you never married. Fill me in, OK?” “That’s right, never married and yes, no man in my life. I’ve dated over the years, off and on. I did have one long term relationship. But our kids were young and when it started I was teaching while still living at home. I had the place out back where Melina and the baby are now. Dad bought that home after Kenny was born because it had a mother-in-law suite out back.” “So, you were a teacher, before the museum I mean?” “OK Mark, let me back up some. After the accident, I returned to school and completed the Fall semester. But then, it was obvious that I wouldn’t be able to finish the year with Kenny being due. So, I waited a few years until he was old enough for me to leave him with Mamá. Then I completed the last semester and got my degree. History, remember? Then, I got my teaching credential. It worked nicely because Kenny was starting elementary school by then and I basically had the same schedule he did, see?” “I taught high school history and also coached some of the girls athletic programs. When Kenny got older I took some extra math studies and began to teach math, algebra and geometry. I did that because I wanted to help him in those subjects. We did all the Little League and Pop Warner football we could handle. He’s quite the athlete, by the way.” “What about the long term guy?” “Jesse. He was also a coach at the school. A nice man and he had joint custody of his daughter.” “Oh yeah, I know all about that.” “Well, in this case she was a little nightmare. Selfish and manipulative. I mean, we got along and all, so it seemed like it could work. We even talked about marriage. But, you know, it’s just complicated with children and blending families. I just couldn’t bring myself to bring that little.... sorry, Bitch into my home with Kenny. It ran it’s course and we moved apart. I’m glad. I made the right call.” “Do you still see him?” “No, after twenty years of teaching, I took retirement and used my history credentials to get a position at the Alamo. I’ve been there five years. It’s a good deal with benefits, so I’m doing alright. Plus, I like the job. I haven’t seen or heard from him for years.” “And now?” Dena looked directly at Mark and said, “And now? Well, there’s you. I mean, if you like me that is.” Mark suddenly felt overcome with emotion. “My God Dena, I mean, I still dream of you at times. My whole life got turned upside down when I crashed that truck. Don’t you understand? All these years I thought I’d killed you. It colored my entire life in shades of regret. Of what could have been, of what was lost. Nothing was ever the same. Now I have this feeling that I could lose you again and it scares me. I’ve always loved you Bug.” Dena swung her legs over, onto the floor and stood up. She held her hand out to Mark, pulling him up. Without a word she led him to her bedroom. He followed, his heart hammering. The room was lit with a soft nightlight, and the bed covers were already pulled back. Dena turned to face Mark. She looked up into his eyes and gently traced his scar, caressing his face, running her fingers through his hair. “You’ve grown into a lovely man, Cowboy. I can’t believe some lucky woman hasn’t snagged you.” She began to slowly unbutton his shirt, softly counting, “Five, Ten, Fifteen, Twenty,” as each button was undone. “What are you saying?” he asked. “I’m unbuttoning the years Mark, take us back, please?” She stepped away a little and took Mark’s hand, placing it on her sweatshirt’s zipper. With her other hand she held the fabric tight, pulling down very slowly, never taking her eyes off Mark’s. His passion erupted suddenly, insistently, as Dena held her arms back allowing the garment to fall away. His shirt joined her sweatshirt on the floor. He touched her neck, her face. Her lips parted as she reached up to pull his mouth down. Mark felt her breasts press against him as he breathed in her scent, remembering. The years were gone. They became lovers again, as one person. Slowly, tentatively they explored one another, taking time, relishing their miracle, never wanting the moment to end. For Mark, the universe disappeared, there was only her, his little Bug. Dena felt passion she’d thought was gone forever. She opened herself for her man, taking him in, body and soul. They were together, alone together. There was nothing else.
I got the invisibles to show up in the editor, but copy/paste does not work, apparently. I don’t know how to get the screen shot over to here. Sorry.
I have team viewer. Now what?
It is like @AmberV said.
You formatted your text “visually”, using tabs.
But that is wrong.
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Thanks. This shows that you wrote it all in one big paragraph. As explained near the top of this thread by @AmberV 2 days ago.
I inadvertently deleted the book from Scrivener. It was saved in my documents as an e-pub but will not work when uploading to Barnes & Nobel and others. Some kind of monster got in there. So, I took the PDF file of the book and then copy/paste into the editor. It looks great in the editor, just the way I want it. Just like the e-book on Amazon. So, now what? Do I type the entire book over again?
From here, here is what you’ll want to do:
1- BACKUP your project.
2- Go to project replace and replace .tab with .return .
3- Again, in project replace, replace tab (no period this time) with nothing. So all remaining tabs get deleted.
4- Set the proper default formatting for your project.
5- Convert your documents to default formatting.
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You’ll need this:
I did project backup to Scrivener. Where is replace?
In version 3: Edit > Find > Project Replace.
Something similar in Version 1.9, I suppose…
I am in project replace. The instructions are confusing for me (light blue box) Sorry
@Rad wait… I made a mistake.
@AntoniDol my solution was actually not fully accurate.
Need a RegEx for step 2 to replace anything (excluding a tab) followed by tab with whatever it was, followed by return.
The point being that some paragraphs end in ? ! or ".
Else, I guess they could all be done one by one before moving on to step 3.
OK, I really do appreciate your patience, but this is not a language I understand. I’m going for a hike. I just don’t get this stuff. I am 70 and have been told that both my books are very good. Writing is not difficult at all, computers are for me. I ran into this problem when I tried to upgrade from prop planes to computer controlled jet aircraft. (retired airline pilot.) It was very frustrating and way over my head. I washed out. All this trying to correct something that should in no way be this difficult is plainly ridiculous. By the way, I do not recommend getting into any air transport that is computer controlled. Many fatal accidents have occurred. Oh, don’t get in any driver-less cars either. Thanks for your help.
Probably for him spending a few hours getting rid of the tabs and new lines works best. I see same type of formatting in some Microsoft Word documents. Same issue around for decades since word processors and computers arrived.
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I agree.
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Will still need to understand either default formatting / convert documents to
or the compile format formatting, tho.
Better: both.
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I agree. Any attempt to work around those characters will ultimately take longer than just stripping them out and starting over. Especially if the goal is to publish to formats (like ebooks) where the “page size” is under the reader’s control.
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