aleksandr
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Somewhat unrelated. but WriteRoom for Mac is going for free right now - www.macheist.com. If enough people bite Mariner Write becomes free too.
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I did some coding there as well, using natural language processing and social networks engines, but then got stuck on working on my bot.
just out of personal interest, do you dream a lot? I'm an oneironaut, a lucid dreamer without needing any sort of meditation, and I have found out that many writers had this ..
Writeroom if you like the ultra minimalist--full page black screen with light text.
In an effort to re-energize my most recent book project, I am thinking about buying a new programme. At the moment it is all on Pages, but I am thinking about getting Scrivener, Storymill, Ulysses or Storyist.
well for screenwriting and stage the industry standard is Final Draft, but that won't be as useful for novels/prose etc...
So, to answer your question, yes, I dream vividly, but I also have very strong eidetic imagery: I'm able to picture anything I imagine clearly, as if I were seeing a photograph or film. If I'm walking across a bridge and imagine a pedestrian being hit by a car and falling to his death, I can see it in front of me: The bounce of his hip and shoulder against the speeding car's door and handle, the curve of his body arced toward the railing over which it flies, the slight untwisting of his torso as he falls, the limbs adjusting to space, head turned in a vain attempt at self-protection, the boulder waiting below, just beneath the side of his cheek, so that it cuts through him (the instant disfiguration hidden), the muffled sound of his snapping neck, the thud of the impact and the way in which he flattens: not visibly broken, from above, as if he could still get up and walk away with a shattered skull and flaccid neck. I feel his sense of shock, too, as well as seeing him fall: The hollowness that takes him over as he slips into drop space, his last chance to think obliterated by recoil.