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Don't worry InkPony, I will save you from the lonesomeness of being one of the few pics up here XD I have more in the offing, I just need to find the time to edit and upload them....
Something I found
Inspirational
Sort of funny, in a teary, beautiful way
And now for the bittersweet
Part 2, The Meat of yWriter
We left off last week at the end of my exploration into yWriters' scene functions. Cool you say. If you haven't seen the previous section, now would be a good time to click this link and do so. Seven hundred and sixty five words on one part of yWriters' functions, and I didn't even go into Character creation or Locations or anything. Granted it was a pretty big function, the scene writer is one of the main-stays of the whole program. Well I am going to fix that now, and we are going to explore the myriad little quirks and fun stuff hidden within the code of this unique program. Yeah, the way this program is set up, it's like Word and Excel ha
It's working Pt1: An Introduction to yWriter
So I finally have about 1830-odd words in my latest chapter (which isn't posted here yet for obvious reasons-it's not finished) and the program I have switched over to (yWriter version 5, freeware, approx 3.5Mb if you download the dictionary for spell check too, and absolutely amazing, I think every writer should at least try it out) appears to be working rather better than I had hoped for. If you are like me and hopeless at organising thoughts into coherent structures that others can interface with (when you write something that makes sense to other people) then this is the product for you. It looks scary at first, but all you need to do is
Click for feeling
I find myself summed up by another person's worldview. Or at least a part of me that has not been seen, only glimpsed, for over a year. This is unacceptable. In that I have not sought to find myself before someone else articulated what it is that I have been avoiding in myself for so long. I am not my depression, but it does define some of me. How could it not? It is a part of me after all.
I used to get these horribly black episodes in my life, where nothing and no-one could touch my inner emotions past the void that separated me from interaction in a meaningful fashion. Only one man in my life ever found the tiny little rope strung across
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