Dang! Every writing session I get a crush on a feature that sends me to bed late.
The other night, it was typewriter scrolling. I kept murmuring, “Man, this is so cool.” And after falling in love with Scrivener in its multi-window state, of late I have found myself even more enamored of the full screen option.
Perhaps those with writing sinews of iron can ignore the siren call of Safari lurking in their dock as they write, but for me, full screen mode is wonderful for focusing on the task at hand. Not to mention the way you can see so much of the work as you work on it.
I started with word processing on the Vic 20. It was good for two things; playing Sword of Fargoal (the parties would last all day as everyone took turns – the long wait for the program to be loaded from cassette tape would be spenting making food and drink) and the Name I’ve Forgotten word processor that broke all text into 256 character chunks and was only assembled in sensible form when you printed it out on a dot matrix printer. Oh, children, what we managed with back in the day. (Pause for whittling.)
I have long been a fan of the “little program” that is for writers, not typesetters. I typed in reams of machine code back in my Commodore 64 days, getting in return the word processor SpeedScript, written by a writer.
My love for SpeedScript was only superseded when the Amiga came out, and I adored both ProWrite and Flow, becoming a beta tester and civilian brainstormer for the company. So it was also written by a writer.
And now, the Amiga long gone and still lamented, I have switched to the Mac, to be rewarded by Scrivener. Written by a writer.
Truly a 21st century writing program. The writerly features are so evident; the full screen mode, the alt-shift highlighting word by word, the dragging to the binder that creates a new chapter.
Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
I have been vindicated in my choice to go with the Mac instead of the PC. Not that it was in any doubt. But while the Amiga still makes my geek heart go pitty-pat, there was no real doubt about my choice. Macs have been, and still are, despite it all, made with love.
As was Scrivener. My love back to you! In a geeky, code jockey, sort of way.