I’ve become a little irritated in this era of modern communication where folk (even older generations) regularly, if not persistently, omit capitalisation from emails and text messages. Why? Is it because it’s easier for our hard-pressed fingers to move more speedily, saving time so we can rush off to the next fifteen second activity?
I purchased and downloaded Scrivener the other day. It’s been a long wait, so let me tell you about it.
To me Scrivener wasn’t an indulgence—it was a necessity. As a writer, I have some fairly complex projects, some of them running at the same time, albeit at different stages of development.
Walking out of the local supermarket and into the main mall area three months ago, I saw a toddler, aged around three, standing near a toy car—you know the ones, you put your child behind the steering wheel, feed the slot a dollar, and the thing lights up, growling and shaking, to the utter delight of the young.
Looking through an array of Christmas cards yesterday, I was struck by the complete lack of imagination of the wording inside them. Has it always been like this, I wondered. For the last few decades I’ve gone for blank cards because the generic wording never seemed to fit—for me anyway.