From 9fce418b46c9f0894f429384ef9e3dabaeffbeb4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:36:17 -0700
Subject: Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile
---
 text/notes.txt | 51 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 51 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 text/notes.txt

(limited to 'text/notes.txt')

diff --git a/text/notes.txt b/text/notes.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..a14e53b
--- /dev/null
+++ b/text/notes.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,51 @@
+---
+title: Notes
+genre: prose
+
+id: notes
+toc: "Notes"
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    class: paul
+    order: 8
+    next:
+    - title: Shed
+      link: shed
+    - title: Options
+      link: options
+    prev:
+    - title: Writing
+      link: writing
+    - title: Man
+      link: man
+...
+
+Paul began typing on notecards.
+Somehow this felt right to his sensibilities.
+It was difficult to get the little cards into the typewriter.
+It was a pain to readjust the typewriter for regular paper when he wasn't writing.
+He started typing everything on those little notecards: grocery lists, letters to his grandmother, [even reports for work][] (which is what got him in trouble).
+
+But this was all later.
+For now he was writing his ideas, "notes" he now called them, something for him to combine later into something.
+He didn't like to think about it.
+On this particular [cold winter morning][], he wrote
+
+> Woke up from a [dream][] I was famous.
+> One of the more famous people in
+> fact.  I had written something
+> everyone could relate to and at
+> the same time proved my parents
+> wrong.  Because I made a lot of
+> money.  Or not a lot, but enough
+> and more than they thought I
+> would.  It was a good day.
+> Woke up this morning and I was
+> still cold.  [Still Paul.][]  Still not
+> good at furniture.
+
+[even reports for work]: telemarketer.html
+[cold winter morning]: seasonal-affective-disorder.html
+[dream]: in-bed.html
+[Still Paul.]: something-simple.html
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