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22 Sep 2016

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The Memory of Trees

One day, the girl came back to the tree, as she always did. This tree, it knew her. It sensed that, even though there were changes, this was still the same girl. It always was.

“Do you remember me?” the tree asked, in its way, with a slow wave of its leaves.

Of course, the girl did not hear the tree. However, she saw that slight shudder of its foliage. Additionally, she saw how that almost indiscernible movement caused a single ray of light to quietly, quickly, and sneakily peek between the tree’s crown. It made her smile. She smiled because she remembered. The memory was perfect. The tree could tell.

She walked around the tree, her smile growing with each step she took around the wide trunk. Before she made it all the way around, she became a woman. The tree did not know this, for she was still the same girl, it could tell. She always was. Her wide smile, still in place, now accompanied by lines that signified she loved to laugh. A fact the tree knew well.

“I remember you,” said the tree, in its way. It leaned toward the girl, in a way that only a tree could. A single drop of water, maybe trapped from the evening’s rain, fell right onto the tip of the woman’s nose. She burst into abrupt laughter. The wind and the tree held each other as they looked and laughed with her, in their way.

Her soft bark, now more closely resembling that of the tree’s, was still as beautiful to the tree as it was when it first allowed her to hug and climb; cry in it and hide in it; laugh and sit under it; and sing, and dance, and laugh with it. Laughed, just as she was doing now. Under the tree, moon, and stars; Mother Night’s blanket.

The tree smiled, in its way. A cascade of red, and yellow, and gold, slowly and gently fell on this eldmother below. She looked up, and smiled back, in her way.

Then, she was gone. But still, the tree remembered.

One day, the girl came back to the tree, as she always did. This tree, it knew her. It sensed that, even though there were changes, this was still the same girl. It always was.

Free Novel and Fiction Writing Software

For working writers and amateurs alike, there are a lot of commercial products out there to help you along the way with your writing career. The problem is that many of them are very expensive or have some kind of unnecessarily steep learning curve…or both. Here is some free software you can use to write and help you along with your writing. I’m gearing this article towards fiction writers, but this software is extremely useful to writers of all types.

1. yWriter

It wasn’t until I got serious about my own writing that I realized just how awesome and powerful a tool yWriter is. It is a program for writers created by a writer. yWriter is billed as a word processor with extra features to help you organize your novel. But I think of it as more of a story management tool.

Not only can you write in it, but you can ORGANIZE with it. You can use it to break your work down by scene and chapter. You can make a database of characters, places, items and notes. In fact, of everything in this list, it is probably the most useful, versatile and powerful piece of free writing software. For each scene, you can add a description, POV characters, individual scene notes and goals. It’s all there. – http://www.spacejock.com/yWriter5.html

2. yEdit

yEdit is a simple text editor. You can think of it as notepad but with a couple of extra features. It is very no-frills and no-nonsense. This tool is useful for those of you that need to just type. Save the editing for later. To help with that, yEdit includes a target word count feature. For example, you put in 3000 as your target word count and you can watch it count down to zero as you type the words. This is helpful if you are trying to write with a daily word quota. – http://www.spacejock.com/yEdit2.html

3. Q10

Q10 is a full screen text editor. If you do not know what that means, think of the old word processors. It takes up the entire screen leaving you free of any background distractions. Much like yEdit, this can be a great tool for those of you that need to just sit down and write. It has word count settings and a timer alarm as well. For fun, or just to change it up, it can use typing sound effects.

I use Q10 whenever I want to just write. To put that in perspective, I use yEdit when I am writing segments or scenes. I use Q10 when I just want to pound out a few thousand words with no distractions, which is typically how I start most of my writing. – http://baara.com/q10/

3.5 Dark Room

Dark Room is similar to Q10. It is also a free full-screen writing environment. I have never used it, but I see it come up often, so I’m including it here as a bonus. – http://they.misled.us/dark-room

4. Roughdraft

I LOVE Roughdraft. It’s so simple and it just works. Now, Roughdraft is no longer maintained, so it may look a little dated, but it also still works, which is the most important part. — “Although suitable for general use, it has features specifically designed for creative writing: novels, short stories, articles, plays and screenplays. It’s designed to be as practical as possible, offering all the features you need, but without being complicated or awkward to use.” —

I found Roughdraft very useful for organizing my writing along with my notes (which Roughdraft saves along with the current file in the same directory). That is to say, I think it’s a very useful tool for when you are first developing your story and just writing out some scenes as you try to figure out what it is all going to be about. – http://www.salsbury.f2s.com/rd.htm

5. Notepad

Yes, I said it, Notepad! You don’t need anything more than that to write. Notepad files take up very little space and the interface of notepad is very minimalistic. A bunch of icons, menu items and sidebars will not distract you. I honestly do not know why people do not use it more often.

Since it’s just plain and simple text, anything you write in notepad can then be imported into any other program including all of the ones mentioned above. If Notepad is not enough, there are other notepad-like editors available free with a lot more features. I personally like Notepad++ because it has tabs, which can really help when you need multiple text files open or if you want one to write on and one to keep notes etc. You can also try Notepad2 or TED Notepad or even WordPad if you want.

Now, there are a LOT more free writing resources out there, but I wanted to keep this to the things that I use most. There are also some excellent free word processing programs out there like AbiWord and OpenOffice. I will write another article on other free programs and tools, including free online-only apps.

I have been writing articles and poetry for a good long while now, if you want to follow me on my journey to writing my very first novel, then you can start here: https://silenciobarnes.net/writing/writing-the-first-draft-of-my-first-novel-01/

For those that are curious, on this novel, I am using yWriter and yEdit heavily. That’s probably why they got the top spots on this list

https://silenciobarnes.net/writing/writing-fiction/

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8 Jan 2006

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Overdue

Overdue

Silencio Barnes

After the criminal, medical and other specialists were done with him, they gave many a varying diagnosis. However, the comedians, seeing through it all, would forever just call him crazy.

It had not always been there; the old one didn’t match the new kitchen and had to be replaced. It looked to be made of the same stuff as the rest of the kitchen and all of one piece with the floor, the wall and the counter top surrounding it. A dark almost black marble shined to perfection. She was not sure if it was actually made of marble, she never heard of an oven made completely of the stuff. She could never bring herself to cook on the thing. It looked too…pristine, like something sacred.

So many new things, so much to get used to.

He had been acting strangely. His statements, his facial expressions, even his walk; all very noticeably changed. She had heard it happened like that sometimes. A new job, new location and new money. When she revealed another change to him, he took to calling it her “condition”. That was when these new changes first began. His fervently voiced declarations of love for her, his insistence that they belonged together, that they were destined.

“Just the two of us.”

That was how he always ended each statement.

Another change. He had a grocery bag in each arm and a smile on his lips. He had always preferred to eat out or order in. He sat the bags down and whistled as he began to pull out small containers and line them onto the counter. Small vials of spices she had never heard of with obscure hand written labels.

“Rare spices,” he said cheerily. He then began to pull out various greens and two loaves of bread as well as some more recognizable jars. “I got something very special planned for you, for just the two of us, when you return from the hospital.” An odd gleam shined in his eyes as he said it making him appear ecstatic and at the same time…hungry. That was the best word she could think of. She gave him a smile.

“Honey,” she said, “You know you don’t have to cook for me. I can always have my food prepared and delivered from that place that the hospital recommended.”

He leaned over where she was sitting and kissed her gently onto the forehead. “I could never share you,” a pause. “You know that right?” He asked softly.

She almost flinched from that intense gaze. He had been saying odd things like that lately and she still did not know how to take it. He leaned in again and kissed her once more on the cheek before turning and heading up the stairs.

She stared after him for a moment. Even before her “condition”, it was a long time since things had been as they used to be. He was happy again, romantic again (although that usually only left frustration in its wake), he would sing in the shower and kiss her each morning on rising and each night before bed.

He also began to develop a thing for cooking. He had yet to prepare anything that she could see. It was as if he was just filling his head with the knowledge waiting for the right moment to loose a culinary masterpiece upon the world.

Bringing herself back from reverie, she started to feel a familiar ache in her stomach and in her back. With a sigh she went to the living room and lay back onto the couch, thinking.

She did not know that she slept until her eyes opened. She couldn’t say what had awakened her, but she had a faint recollection of sound, more like an impression of a sound, just beyond hearing.

There it was again, something distant, like an infant’s cry. She could not pinpoint where it was coming from. She moved towards the kitchen. The oven was off and the smell of something sweet and somewhat burnt permeated the air. Impossibly, the nearer she got to the oven the louder the cries became. An incessant wailing that caused her to shiver with each outburst. She thought that she must have still been dreaming.

An eerie glow pulsed from within the oven as if the inside light was on, but muted somehow. She inched closer.

Abruptly, the cries stopped. Inside of the oven turning on a modern spit, set between the grills was a golden brown…something. It turned slowly, dripping juices into an aluminum pan underneath. Steam and the accompanying sizzle that rose every time a bit of that juice hit the metal surface shrouded the object a bit.

She peered closer and the smoke thickened until all she could see was a clear reflection of the dining area behind her, as if she wasn’t standing in its direct path. At first, it was just as foggy as the smoke behind it but she stared and moved forward until she was almost nose-to-nose with it.

She could make out two people at opposite ends of the table. She and her husband. She looked dazed, drugged up, slick with blood, sweat and fluids. He, with a smile showing all teeth, cut into something in the middle of the table with joy and obvious delight. Half humming half singing an unrecognizable tune.

She screamed in shock as the comprehension of what she saw registered.

She woke to a sodden mess extending from between her legs dampening the cushions of the couch. Her husband was there, smiling.

“Your water broke while you were asleep, I’ve already called the ambulance. Just be still until they get here. Just like we practiced” He paused and looked at her oddly for a minute, then smiled an odd smile. “I can’t wait until we can bring the baby home, and you too. I got something really special planned for us,” he paused again before adding, “Just the two of us.”