Writing...

[GhostOfDixie]

Going to start writing again. Did it quite a lot during my youth, and they say everyman has a novel.

Well I have ideas of books I would like to read, so **** it - going to write them myself.

Tools for the trade, been looking at Word obviously - you can get it for the Mac, but I have settled on an application called WriteRoom - it's well cool, when your in this application everything else is gone - it's just you and the canvas. The perfect tool for writing.

WriteRoom ? Distraction free writing software for your Mac

Anyone else do something similar?

 

[Goat]

Yeah the other day I wrote an email, it was 3 or 4 paragraphs long.

 

[GhostOfDixie]

Yeah the other day I wrote an email, it was 3 or 4 paragraphs long.

Beyond approach is the words I was looking for. You could write some good [Poor language removed] if you didn;t smoke it up.

 

[Gwladys St. Glory]

Yeah the other day I wrote an email, it was 3 or 4 paragraphs long.

You had to have a lie down afterwards too, didn't you? Don't lie...

 

[Goat]

My head hurt afterwards, im not gonna lie.

 

[chicoazul]

I wrote something the other day that took me ages and no one was arsed.

Massively ungrateful on here.

 

[Gwladys St. Glory]

As far as programs to use for writing, hell you could use a normal text editor. Main thing is that you make backup copies...

 

[Gwladys St. Glory]

I wrote something the other day that took me ages and no one was arsed.

Massively ungrateful on here.

Where is it...I'll read it.

 

[heatmeiser]

I dabble in the written word.

Had a few things published. Nothing special; local periodicals, Big Issue etc.

I am 67% certain that I will never finish my 'novel'.

Although obviously I tell all the girls it's nearly finished and that I'll dedicate it to them if they touch me. It gets the emo ones all excited.

 

[chicoazul]

Where is it...I'll read it.

http://www.grandoldteam.com/forum/everton-forum/23844-song-remains-same.html

Cheers man.

 

[fozzy]

its the one thing i struggle with!

had tuters the lot but still cant spell nor know what to do with full stops and [Poor language removed]!

it is my one let down in life but just cant get my hands/head to do it!!

would love to write a book though!!

good luck mate and lets send me a copy as i can read ok! just nearly pass out from not breathing!

 

[Gwladys St. Glory]

its the one thing i struggle with!

Fozz, you were just meant to do other things with your hands mate...and you're damn good at it.

(I just realised how that could be taken. I meant your skill with wood. Doh...[Poor language removed] it, you knew what I meant.)

 

[NeoNaoNeo]

I use darkroom, it's basically the same thing, full screen ap, black with green text, matrix style.

 

[bluebastardo]

I wrote a lot of poetry when I was a young man.

From about 1985:

A loser in the making

Another days hand is waved high in retreat
The last whisper in the hour has surrendered it's dying beat
And as the sun is succumbed to the final shaddow in the street
I sit alone and cry ; what have I done ?

Another hustle in the pool room , cigarette stumps in the tray
Another reminiscent moment , as my dreams all fade away
And as I write , the words get harder with every line I try to say
I sit alone and cry ; what should I have done ?

I'm standing at the crossroads , all the signs just read the same
You know you've got to have the best hand if you're going to win the game
But I'm not sure that I've got a single Ace card to my name
So I'll sit and think about what could be done

I'm just a loser in the making on the edge of defeat
Turning pages of a long book , barely written , incomplete
Walking circles in a never ending struggle to compete
Against the soaked up self pity of what little I have done

Yet memories of yesterday are not things I seek to keep
For the benefits of looking back are seldom there to reep
And I'll have my finest hour as I'm curled up fast asleep
As I dream of future things that will be done

Man

Who dares define the essence of life
Who's hatred over powers remorse
Who will sow the seeds of tomorrows child
When contempt has harvested yesterdays
Who are you to condemn anothers belief
To judge , yet not the faults of your own
To tread the soil where others have slept
And bury your flags in the remains of their past
To turn a blind eye on he who has less
Yet envy he who has established more
Just who are you , who gets fat off the land
Who taxes the inner depths of his brothers soul
Excuses are made for those who reflect
In the waters beneath the bridge where you peer
And trust is the unwritten word in the book
Of the man who likes to write all his own rules
For one so blind to the love of his kin
The teachers of life have yet to be taught


Dead sensitive me ya nar

 

[Bruce Wayne]

Why don't you blog? It would be a good way to get started and see if people actually like what you write.