In the Writer’s Toolbox – Programs and Apps

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With the New Year freshly turned, I’m looking for ways to increase productivity and organization in 2016. It’s not a new goal, but because of technology, every year there are more choices, and with more options it becomes harder to find things.

I’ve started a list of apps and programs to help, support and assist writers that I’m exploring or already using.

 

For Desktop: The hammer, screwdriver, and saw of writing.

Scrivener – literatureandlatte.com – This is the program that I mainly write in. It’s cross platform and works very well with my need for visual organization. There are many things to love about Scrivener.

Grammarly – I’m a new convert, and while I’ve taken it out for a test drive, I think what I like best about it, is that it brings focus to potential problems. I don’t always agree, and that’s okay.

Hemingway – The best way to highlight your overuse of things. Less intensive than Grammarly and because of that more friendly, IMHO.

Slick Write – Stats. Did I mention I love stats? Have fun, but carve out at least an hour to play.

Aeon Timeline – I have yet to sit down and use this, but I keep hoping to backtrack and plug all my notes and paper data into it.

 

For Mobile: The goal on mobile is to keep track of word counts on the go and set daily goals across projects. What I dream of is an app that stacks sprint counts, but I’m still searching for one.

Writeometer (Android only) – Jury is out. Wish it was on iOS.

5000 words per hour – I downloaded it today so we’ll see if I use it.

Ink on – seems like it could be useful, but the interface is clunky. I’m hoping that I’ll get used to it.

 

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One Hundred Words – the memory of the day ahead

The air had the scent of summers past; when the morning was spent in anticipation of the day ahead. I remember the light breeze and coolness of the day that lifted my hair as I helped to pack the car for the trip to my aunt’s house. I could capture it for you; a mix of bird song the scent of flowers and the essence of sun starting to warm the day. A calm unfettered feeling with only the movement towards our arrival. I would see my cousins, drink lemonade, eat tiny egg salad sandwiches, and walk in the woods.

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One Hundred Words – The Game – Sunday April 28, 2013

IMG_6440“It’s your turn.” I say handing him the small white dice. They make a pleasant sound as he shakes them and land with a plunk on the table. “Six!” He says with glee, obviously not understanding  that a low number is not that desirable. A few more pieces of colored paper move into his meager pile. His turn is played and the dice come to me. I hold them in hand testing their weight and roll them between my fingers thinking of tens and twelves. The roll is disappointing; only an eight. I buy some colored papers and move on.

Through the gate – 100 words – One Hundred Words

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The sweet smell of lilac in full bloom hit me long before I touched the cold metal of the gate. The morning was chilly despite the sun’s warmth. A breeze lifted my hair and rustled the branches. I released the latch. The garden was still loved, but plainly far too much work for aging hands. The green burst of spring had consumed the bare spaces left by winter die-back. I put down my basket of tools and laid the blanket near the wildest part. Gathering my well-worn skirt to one side, I settled myself, surveying the smaller world.

The Old Bones – 100 Words – Weekly Writing Challenge – Sunday April 7, 2013

The bones were old, creamy beige with dark brown crevices. You could imagine my surprise to find them so neatly stacked behind the shed. They were gleaming, as if someone had washed and dried them. It was more likely that the rain and wind had done the thorough cleaning. Brushing stray leaves away, I lifted the top bone. It was lighter than I expected and still warm from the sun. I brought the flared lens of the bone analyzer close. There were no fractures in this one. It was long, tapering to a wide end point where it joined something.

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100 Words – A Strange Dream in One Hundred Words – Sunday, March 31, 2013

526523_10150971981357895_1354717364_nThe camp was deserted. We picked a random spot to pitch the tent. I head towards the car to get the last pole set and am  surprised that so many people have arrived. An acquaintance asks for help moving; a strange assortment of damaged sports equipment and battered musical instruments. I ask her to teach me guitar tuning. She asks where the next event is. I tell her that it’s over. She asks who won, but I don’t know. We scan the newspaper as we’re waiting for the pedestrian signal to change. Bicycles rush by on the rubble filled street.

100 Words – Sunday March 24, 2013 – Weekly Writing Challenge

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My self-imposed Sunday Weekly Writing Challenge: To quickly write exactly one hundred words on whatever topic, theme or idea that wanders through my head that morning. Inspired by medium.com to give credit where it is due. Here’s this week’s 100 Words:

The call of “sweetie” over and over again, was creating an auto loop in my head even when the bird was silent. It was slowly driving me insane. I considered some sort of violent extermination and then reconsidered. It was spring after all, and the poor bird had only a few words with which to seduce and nest a mate. Pity consumed me. I should not be judging the evolution of this tiny creature. The solution was to turn up the music to run interference. The rasp of the singer’s voice soothed me and I forgot all about the bird.