Some years ago - never mind how long precisely - having little or no interest in typing multiple drafts of deadline-sensitive magazine articles, and nothing particularly interesting in the way of writing software, I bought a newfangled program that seemed to have been designed by actual writers to be used by actual Writers, and not secretaries or businessfolk or other admirable but decidedly different-thinking people.
With this elegant new tool Writers could collapse and expand complicated outlines, spell-check common everyday words, move great hunks of text around with ease, and rewrite and edit and rewrite and edit and rewrite and edit until our turgid prose incandesced with clarity, our White-Out and Highlighters calcified, and our Post-It notes stuck together in their own damp, drizzly Novembers.
And then, during a full-point upgrade, this Writer-friendly program began to change, adding features, embracing new users: repurposing itself from a tool for Writers, by which I mean novelists and essayists and playwrights and similar economically unnecessary warts on society, into a full-blown suite that promised something for everyone and provided, in the end, nothing much for anyone, at least not anyone from my small tribe.
With each advance of our once-favorite working environment, we Writers grew increasingly grim about the mouth, involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses and bringing up the rear of every funeral we met; and it required a strong moral principle to prevent our artistic selves from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking a businessperson’s hat off.
And then Scrivener appeared, and we writers once again had our very own tool, designed by a writer for Writers, and we could leave Microsoft Word to the business world.
But soon the calls began–can we have this, can we have that, all the business world works this way, why can’t Scrivener, too?
Simply hearing all this talk of “enterprise” writing makes one want to take to the ship, as a substitute for pistol and ball, which I understand are frowned on these days, even as metaphors.