New writing tool...maybe?

So some people collect notebooks or journals. I, on the other hand, seem to collect writing software. I used Open Office for years, then transitioned to Scrivener (but had to stop using when one of its updates bricked the software irretrievably) then I went back to Word. Which...as we all know, is a bloated POS that just happens to be used by pretty much everyone. Sigh.

I decided to try Ulysses yesterday as I was checking for software updates on my Mac. (Currently, I think Ulysses is only available for Mac and iOS, but here's hoping they make a PC/Android version soon.) It's not free, which is a drawback but I've used it two days now and I think it may become my go to. See, what Ulysses has---besides a completely uncluttered interface---is the ability to write on a story on the iOS app and have it be available (via iCloud) on my Mac. So I can write on my lunch break, on my phone, and have the additions/corrections show up when I fire up my Mac that night. I get a lot of my ideas during lunch so for me? This is worth the money to give it a shot.

Like Scrivener, it has a lot more functions and bells and whistles than I'm sure I'll need, but unlike Scrivener (and Word, tbh,) those things are in the background unless I need them Otherwise, it's ready to go as soon as it's downloaded.

I'm writing my first story for this year's Happy Steve Bingo on it. I'll let you know how it goes... :D

Six Sentence Sunday

From my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign."

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“Steve will do fine,” Clint stated from where he sat next to Natasha. “You’ve helped me out enough in my building in BedStuy to know what you know and get help with what you don’t know.”

“You didn’t know that stuff from before?” Pepper asked.

Steve always appreciated that she acknowledged there had been a before for him—that he hadn’t always been strong and fit, that he hadn’t always been this. ”Nah,” he answered. “Sawdust would have got my asthma going and I was half deaf in one ear and working on going deaf in the other. No way could I have heard anybody’s instructions.” And nobody but Bucky and his mam would have taken the time, he thought but didn’t say. “Plus, I was color blind. Not someone you’d want around wiring.”