You Are Going To Have So Much Success In 2018 (pass It On)

Using a Ghibli Prompt list and for the first day it is a female character. I can relate a lot to Umi from "From Up on Poppy Hill". Also a good start to use some grey markers I had.

“what are you reading?”

“its a…online book.”

My favourite things about Scrivener

1. Navigation. You can see all your chapters, scenes, character & setting planning at one glance and switch between them very easily - compared to scrolling up and down in one long word processing document. Every file can also be a folder, so you can have collapsible items underneath it.

2. Word count targets. The “Project Targets” are particularly useful for NaNoWriMo so you don’t have to keep looking back at the website to see how you’re doing for the day, but more so outside of it, when you want to keep yourself working to a target but don’t have Nano’s charts and daily word counts. It also gives you a nice ding when you hit your session target.

3. How many pages? I only recently discovered this, but it’s very nice to be able to see in Project Statistics approximately how big your manuscript would be in pages without worrying about formatting. 

4. Outlining. Scrivener has two methods of outlining - one is Corkboard, which is exactly what it sounds like, a digital corkboard with notes pinned on it that represent your chapters/scenes with their summaries. The screenshot above is called ‘outliner’ and lists collapsible chapters/scenes with various statistics you can select as shown in the tick menu. Generally I prefer Corkboard, but Outliner is useful if you just want to see everything in a clear order. 

5. Full screen. I get distracted very easily when writing, so the full-screen writing mode is wonderful for me to avoid that - but you can still choose certain windows from the normal Scrivener view to show up. I have my targets and my summary, so I can stick to my plan when I’m writing and also see what progress I’m making.

6. Notes. No screenshot, but it’s a simple post-it note style box to the side of every document (chapter, scene, character etc.) that allows you to add notes. This may sound very simple, but it’s far more useful than I’d expected. During NaNoWriMo when I’m not meant to be editing at all, but I know something needs fixing, I will jot down something in the side like ‘Take out the horse’ so that when I go through again to edit I know exactly the things to focus on immediately but which would have taken too much time before. It’s linked to the scene so I don’t just have a pile of notes in one document at the end and then have to work out where it needs fixing.

Overall

I downloaded Scrivener for the first time two years ago, and now I can’t imagine working without it. It’s so nice to have the planning and the writing all combined into one place where I can easily switch between the two. I haven’t yet got as far in a novel created in Scrivener to use the compile features so I can’t comment on those, but so far all my experiences of it have been good.

One thing to note is that if transferring project between a Windows and a Mac version of Scrivener, it’s generally best to zip the file first.

[Screenshots from my current novel Kindling Ashes using the Mac version of Scrivener - some features may not be available in Windows yet.]

I am so worried about what's happening in the news and politics even though I can barely understand them. How it will effect me and my family. What will the future be for us? It causing me so much anxiety that I can't help but cry while home alone. Does anyone else feel like this?

[Montauk - Part 3]

wine, cigarettes, and you –

moments.  

so what if the echoes of chronos run through my veins pumping nightmare fuel into my heart and so what if i’m made of things that are dark

in nature?

we can pretend the universe is not buried in the shadows where God can’t see no matter how bright that sun shines and how fresh this air is that we breathe

our galaxy is moving 515,000 miles per hour around a giant black hole with shark teeth and we stand here as pixels of consciousness –

grounded on our feet

praying to the dark sun and watching the black helicopters burn.  what if we are a string of unstable electrons in the nucleus of an experimental dimension bearing the consequences of it’s errors

at the mercy of a creator unwilling to accept defeat

moving between galaxy clusters and different dimensions –

seeking the original path of the divine source before it was hijacked and diverted by [classified]

our history is buried in the shadows and we’ve lost touch with who we truly are and we still find a reason to smile because even if the world collapses into nothing

we’ll still have each other.

study moods

sleepy dawn

open windows

listening to lo-fi

wearing pyjamas

planning your day, creating to-do lists

the sky is pretty

spring breeze

coming back after a walk

drinking a glass of water

getting a head-start on the assignment

the great feeling of productivity, ah

cozy evening

sitting on your bed

rewarding yourself afterwards with a bath or chocolate

highlighting with your favourite markers

warm tea or cocoa next to you

night vision

it’s way too late, but you gotta finish that essay

rock music all the way

everything is a mess

you’re gonna be okay though

cinnamon afternoon

drinking coffee

doing some math exercises

listening to a chill/coffeehouse playlist

scrolling through tumblr in your little breaks

Trying to draw my original character in different positions. What do you guys think?

It’s one thing to have seen that giant metal suit and hear that there is a version of Barry inside of it, it’s quite another thing when you actually come face-to-face with what’s inside… seeing the scar and the milky white eye, but also seeing the person that you love be so twisted. Barry Allen, who probably has the gentlest soul of all of the characters in the Arrowverse, to just see how far he could fall, he’s both terrifying, but it’s also heartbreaking

Andrew Kreisberg (via westallenolicitygifs)

aka mr. I-wear-a-hoodie-under-my-labcoat-and-a-collared-shirt-under-my-hoodie is not allowed to step out of the house until Manon or one of the two others gives him a new look (every morning)

id be lying my ass off if i said i did not enjoy poking fun at alan’s fashion sense but i do so with much affection.

it’s difficult to come up with something that could be considered universally ugly. but i think i came pretty close with that second outfit.

Title: The world is loud, so let's quiet down

Original Work: RWBY Relationship: Qrowin (Set season 4) A/N: I wanted to write about Winter’s reaction to Weiss’ actions at the party, then Qrowin happened due to a post/prompt I saw. ((http://gardenoffish.tumblr.com/post/154388438241/person-a-walks-into-the-room-and-sees-person-b )) Enjoy.

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It was sometime around midday when Winter received the news; about the incident concerning her sister at Father’s latest ‘charity function’ from General Ironwood.

Now it was approaching dusk and with a swipe of her hand, the Atlas specialist smeared her military issued training clothes, with the evidence of her labor.

Step forward. Lunge. Deflect. She moved with the precision and focus that had pushed her through the ranks at such a young age.

Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth. Concentrate.

Arm straining forward, light pulsed forth and at her command she called on yet another summons to attack the training bots ahead.

As she has told Weiss, summoning was like a muscle and needed to be exercised properly. But today, she was pushing herself beyond what was necessary.

Her aura strained against the abuse but she took no heed of it, allowing the anger and irritation at the upper echelons of the Altlesian society to spur her onwards.

Separating her second blade form it’s hidden sheath, she slashed downwards, carving twin lines of pent up emotion into solid metal.

Jump back. Rise. Lea-

Without warning, exhaustion weighed down on her like the unrelenting sun of the menagerie desert. She stumbled; only to catch herself in a low crouch, with a hiss of frustration.

Blast it. Blast it!

Often disapproving of foul language (even within her own head) she found herself mentally cycled through each and every curse that she had ever heard during her service.

She sunk down as gracefully as she could manage - the shameful weakness of her limbs making her put up with the discomfort, of lying on of the unforgiving ground.

Time was an abstract thing right then, as she began to recollect herself. At least, until an annoyingly familiar voice rang out across the large space.

“Tough day, Ice Queen?”

And just where was - there!

Perched on a high beam, was what would be in other circumstances, an uninteresting sight. A black bird, surveying the land below.

Not bothering to answer aloud, Winter waited while watching, with admittedly a little interest, as Qrow shifted into his common form. When finished, she politely shifted her grey eyes to gaze upwards at the curved ceiling.

A brisk nod (which rewarded her with a pulsating headache) was her reply.

Being unusually tactful for once, Qrow lay down alongside her in a show of solidarity (and was that…affection? Or was she just hallucinating?)

Still, the regularity of his breathing was more calming then it had any right to be. Perhaps, this was why his nieces so clearly adored him, despite his less than savory habits?

Taking this rare opportunity to sneak a proper look at the man, she found herself cataloging each and every visible wound, no matter how small. (And oh, how she hated those monsters, that were now roaming the land with ever increasing frequency, since the fall of Beacon).

Not having the energy, necessary to question just what on Remnant he was doing here of all places, she accepted whatever courtesy this was that the Huntsman was offering.

During however long it was, that the two of them stayed there, like schoolchildren that neither of them still were, she vowed to herself that she would lessen her sharp comments concerning Qrow’s drinking. If he was allowing her obvious failure at keeping her composure, just now, through recklessness to slide, she supposed she could do the same with his own faults.

The life of those on the battlefield are harsh, after all, no matter who you are.

And later on, removed from all of her other concerns, maybe she’d even admit, that having him next to her…felt rather nice.

END.

~Thank you for reading~ Sincerely, TheSoulsDepths