Half-term… How come doing nothing for days on end speeds up time? Makes me think of that character in Catch 22 who spends his time trying to be as bored as possible, so as to prolong the hours he has left alive.
Anyhoo. I’ve spend much of this week redesigning the graphic files for Scrivener. I’m no graphic designer, so the process has been tedious and time-consuming. I’ve also finished the design document for the redesigned 1.0, so as soon as these graphic files are finished, I’m ready to start stitching together all the code I have back into a better interface. Wish it was finished already – I just want to use the thing and get on with the writing.
In the meantime, I’ve finally registered a domain name to use to sell Scrivener. I played around with a lot of names, thinking that I needed some professional software company-sounding name like the competition (Blue Technologies, Bartas Technologies, Devon Technologies et al). But everything I came up with had either gone or was just plain awful. So in the end, I went with something that doesn’t sound like a software company at all – because I’m not a software company. When I was younger I always said I wanted to own a bookshop-cum-vegetarian-cafe (not with much conviction; it always sounded cool but way too much like hard work). The name of this putative cafe was going to be “Literature and Latte” – the name of this blog. So that is the domain I have chosen for Scrivener:
https://www.literatureandlatte.com
I think it reflects exactly what I want it to – a place to hang out where literature is the most important thing. Which is what Scrivener should be. The writing should come above the technology…
EDIT: I set up this blog a year ago and only posted to it once. Now that I read that one post back, I realise I said much the same back then as regards the explanation for the name. At least I’m living up to the Marcus Aurelius quote, I guess.
EDIT 2: Huh. And looking at that last post, I realise that I posted it five days before getting hit by a large, red, bendy London bus. Still, the scar gives me something to point to when reading Harry Potter to my class…