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Just One, I Promise!

I am such a software whore. I had to. Take a screenshot. Because I'm so in love.
Which is typical of who I am, I guess.
I am the most disorganized person. The state of my home is "lived in". Don't look in the kitchen unless you're wearing a full bio-hazard suit.
But give me a tool that does what it's supposed to, and does it well, and does what I need it to-- and all the sudden I'm so productive I don't know what to do with myself. I imagine my daily wordcount will increase as I get used to Scrivener, but right now I think 1500 or so a day is fine.
It's sure as hell more than I was doing a week ago. When I was lucky if I got a couple hundred out, on the days I didn't have off.
At this rate I might have Blood Red done before its prequel is even sold.
*blinks*
Anyways, without further ado: Scrivener Porn!



Please note how many different projects I'm working on (separate windows along the bottom). Whichever one strikes my fancy on Any Given Morning is the one that gets the attention. Which I find works well simply because ....

Now the muses are Forced To Behave And Cooperate if they want my attention.
But then... Jhez is showing me that those words still give her plenty of room to play in.

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