#danger notes

Note: I use an iPhone. These may or may not be available on Android.

Note: these are free to use. However, there are premium benefits that require subscription. I do not subscribe to any of these, though, and don’t feel the need to.

Notion. Wow, I cannot sing the praises of this app enough. It allows extremely detailed organization. I make a master page for my WIP with links to pages for outline, characters, and any extra info I want. You can include media like photos and audio. You can make checklists. Pages are unlimited (which I think is important for a writing app). It can be complicated to navigate at first, but the help it provides is worth the learning curve.

Werdsmith. As much as I hate a limited document number for a writing app, I think Werdsmith is still worth it. I use it exclusively for drafting novels and short stories. The interface is gorgeous and uses markup, which makes it really fast for typing on mobile. Sharing your work is also extremely easy, but it does not allow for collaboration.

Danger Notes. Essentially it’s a notepad with a timer. If you stop writing, everything gets deleted. The amount of time you need to write nonstop is customizable. I don’t use it often, but it’s a great way to just get words out. Sometimes you need to word vomit and fix it later, and that’s what Danger Notes forces you to do.

I took a deep breath and started laying down to pray, I hadn’t had time to properly sleep in the last few moments of my life.

Or at least they were my last few moments, technically.

Actually, physically (or whatever quantum physics magic’s stuff was called), it had been more than a few moments. It had been a few more.

Looked up at the sink, where dirty dishes were waiting for me to be washed, but for the very first time in my life, I liked that feeling. The feeling to be wanted but not needed. To be an irrelevant existence in this enormous universe, just a little spot of many.

A few years ago, or that’s what it felt like, I would’ve hated the dishes, hated the children, hated the noisy neighbours, hated the rice we were farming,…

Short and sweet: Hated my life.

How much could change in just a day,,,,