what is the meaning of the word scrivener?
A scrivener (or scribe ) was a person who could read and write or who wrote letters as well as court and legal documents. Scriveners were people who made their living by writing or copying written material.
- From Wikipedia
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It dates back from the time when people were handling conflicts by fencing in the streets.
From the French word “escrime” (fencing), inspired by the fact that back then people were also often leaving graffities on the stone walls, using the tip of their foil.
(Jestar’s reply above is obviously made up. Just sayin’.)
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Kind of like Zorro, but with more letters.
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Made up? I’m lucky to spell my own name most days. 
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As everyone knows, @KB is a genius who loves both writing software and word puzzles. As such he chose the name “Scrivener” because it (a) means “writer” but also because (b) “Literature and Latte Scrivener” is an anagram of “unilateral inverted scatterer” which describes what Scrivener was invented to do… i.e., to be the only software out there that makes it easy to put order to your scattered literary musings.
Or maybe I dreamt that. 
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A 9th-century poem about a scrivener in Old Irish, translated by the 20th-century poet Robin Flower. It was written in a notebook by an Irish monk at or near Reichenau Abbey.
Pangur Bán
I and Pangur Bán, my cat,
’Tis a like task we are at;
Hunting mice is his delight,
Hunting words I sit all night.
Better far than praise of men
’Tis to sit with book and pen;
Pangur bears me no ill-will,
He, too, plies his simple skill.
’Tis a merry thing to see
At our tasks how glad are we,
When at home we sit and find
Entertainment to our mind.
Oftentimes a mouse will stray
In the hero Pangur’s way;
Oftentimes my keen thought set
Takes a meaning in its net.
'Gainst the wall he sets his eye
Full and fierce and sharp and sly;
'Gainst the wall of knowledge I
All my little wisdom try.
When a mouse darts from its den,
O! how glad is Pangur then;
O! what gladness do I prove
When I solve the doubts I love.
So in peace our task we ply,
Pangur Bán, my cat, and I;
In our arts we find our bliss,
I have mine, and he has his.
Practice every day has made
Pangur perfect in his trade;
I get wisdom day and night,
Turning darkness into light.
The page on which the original appears, from Wikipedia: Pangur Bán - Wikipedia
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