Midnight Storyist Neophyte (Draft 1)

He was directed to import a pre-existing work as an rtf. The lengthy rtf in Storyist looked strangely like a compiled Word document in a screen. Promising. He decided to cut it up into scrivener-like bites, or even Storyist bites, to begin writing in his new app. He was salivating as he thought of himself working on his iPad once he understood the new app on his MacBook. He started by going to the place where he wanted to separate the first text from his introduction -- to simply create the next item in his binder-like outline… and… that is as far as he ever got. No command he could think of worked. No command was useful in beginning to turn his long rtf into a manageable Storyist set of smaller units.

He needed help. He begged for help. However, at 1 a.m., he had to settle for self-help. Stabbing through the self-help manual, growing more heated, he began to think this was a bad idea from the start. Forty-five minutes of wasted time later, after looking for any easy way to divide his pre-existing work into manageable sub-sections short of cut and paste, he said ’stick this. He was ready to go on a bender, to shoot someone, or just go to the 7-11.

Hah! He had a blazingly-eloquent idea. He would get his $59.99 (!!!!!) back. After more time wasted, he received the gloat-filled, smirking, stinking message, "This app is ineligible for refund.” Realizing his paranoia was kicking in, he decided to call it a night. He left his computer without completing his word quota. After a restless, too-short nap of a night, and after pulling on his running shorts and meditating while he ran, he was driven to act on the only good idea he would have the next day: He settled for not shooting anyone, but he did send a bad review.

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