“An object at rest stays at rest and an object in motion stays in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force.”
— Isaac Newton, first law of motion
Vincent Agapov was one of the most outwardly-well-behaved boys in the evil Mrs. Durr’s fourth-grade class and probably the quietest kid in his whole grade. He had shaggy, brown hair that he rarely brushed and usually had dirt stains on his face, hands, and knees. He was a good boy, but he didn’t really know how to socialize with others.
“But it is my firm conviction that the ‘Hell of England’ will cease to be that of ‘not making money;’ that we shall get a nobler Hell and a nobler Heaven!”
— Thomas Carlyle, Past and Present
I was just six years old when I was first condemned.
It was a Tuesday; a dewy, spring morning in the kindergarten trailer. It’d rained the whole night and I didn’t sleep well; I was still groggy and grumpy by lunch — still trying my hardest to wake up — when I guess I stepped in front of Susan in the lunch line.
I visited mon island de Chattel last September,
restationing from the dry land of prattle, Seattle,
and I ended up vacationing accidentally through December,
living off cattle and nuts in a prolonged battle for survival.
You see, when I stepped off the boat,
I felt the ghostly vibrations of my phone’s rattle.
My cutthroat boss Jeff had said, and I quote,
“Fix this small bug upon your arrival.”
But alas, my phone out here was a brick with no bars: I had no access to work, no link back to Seattle, And so I set out for higher ground, guided…
I wanted these updates to go out a bit closer to Notebook.ai’s birthday celebration, but sometimes things are just ready when they’re ready.
And the new features to Collections are just that — ready! The update just went life and all of the following improvements are available right now.
Usually, Collections require an active Premium subscription to create. To celebrate you all being awesome, I’m opening up Collection creation to free users until October 20th. Any Collection you create will be yours to manage and collect pages in forever, even after that date.
As usual, users don’t need a Premium…
The grassy path was long and winding and seemingly never-ending — exactly how he remembered it from his childhood. Abu walked briskly, hoping to be completely through the forest and back on the open road to Jinoda before night set in; dreams of the large, soft bed that awaited him in the Goldbear Inn helped him keep a fast pace despite his fatigue.
It’d been nearly fifty years since he’d last set foot in this forest, but every corner felt ripped straight from his memories; every tree seemed exactly as it was, every turn layered a new feeling of deja…
We’re continuing Notebook.ai’s birthday celebration with another big feature: a much-improved document analysis available now.
In addition to the rich text editor (that now integrates directly with any worlds you build!) and unlimited document storage on Notebook.ai, users with an active Premium subscription also have access to a powerful artificial intelligence fiction analysis engine that’s always growing and improving.
A lot of the smarts behind Notebook.ai that enables the site to understand relationships and contexts within your world also surfaces in analyzing documents. …
I’m Andrew, and those that know me know I relentlessly spend all of my time pursuing my passions in both writing and coding. Five years ago, I started Indent Labs to fuse those two passions and create smarter writing tools for authors.
And just four years ago, I released Notebook.ai to the public. What I thought might garner a few occasional users that shared my thirst for rich worldbuilding immediately surprised me with over 2,000 signups in the first 24 hours and then over 5,000 more worldbuilders joining by the end of the month. …
The young in olden years,
Unaware of the fires we keep,
Will have eyes that will not see,
And ears that will not hear.
And blindness, deafness, and decay
Will come like a thief in the night,
And snatch what we’ve made of life’s plight.
And the crown and regalia
That we’ll have worked for and acquired,
Reduced to empty, meaningless reminders,
Whose splendor we’ll leave in the tomb —
As our memorized imprints expire.
We’ll be forgotten and gone —
Till the children of our foes
Break out in mocking laughter
In new times, new eras, and new prose.
An author—of literature and code.