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Every book begins as a constellation of ideas — characters, places, moments, connections — scattered across your mind. Unbind is where they find each other.
We'll write when there's something worth saying.
Characters with histories. Places with textures. Timelines that fold and diverge. They used to live in different tabs, different apps, different notebooks. Now they live in one place — and it sees how they connect.
Your next book is not stuck. It's tied up.
— Unbind the writer. Unbind the world.
Your draft has been holding its breath.
Time to let it out.
Consider this the table of contents.
Late in the draft, you reach for a detail — what the harbor smelled like the night she arrived — and it is gone. You search three apps and lose an hour. The canvas is where that stops. Put a character down. Put a place beside her. Draw what they are to each other. The world holds its shape while you write into it, and tomorrow it is exactly where you left it.
The book remembers, so you do not have to.
You think spatially on Sunday, in chapters on Monday, in dates on Tuesday, in arcs on Wednesday. Most weeks, that means four different files quietly drifting out of sync. Here, the same world holds still while you walk around it. Open the manuscript and the cards rearrange into chapters. Open the timeline and they line up by date.
Nothing is copied. Nothing forks.
The harbor was holding its breath when Aelin Vance stepped down from the gangplank, salt cracking under her boots.
She had not expected to recognize the lamp at the lighthouse — and yet there it was, the same crooked seam in the glass, the same bruised glow.
Eight years. Long enough for a town to forget. Not, she suspected, long enough for it to forgive.
Maybe Cael, after the grandfather. Check the dates against the harbor fire.
Storm rolls in from the north. Lighthouse goes dark before the Pact, not after.
"She had not expected to recognize the harbor — and yet."
You are mid-sentence and you need her brother's name. You alt-tab. The wiki loads. The browser eats your cursor. By the time you are back, the sentence has gone cold. Here, you type @ and her brother surfaces in the line itself — the room beside it, the year she met him, all a glance away, none of it asking you to leave the prose.
The sentence finishes itself.
She never thought she'd see Aelin again, much less in Saltwhistle Harbor, the year after her brother @Marek
You rewrote the opening. Then you rewrote it again. Then you wished you had the first one back. Every version of every chapter is kept by name, and the differences between them are visible at a glance — what you cut, what you saved, what you tried before you knew better.
Revision stops being a wager.
The harbor was quiet that night holding its breath, and Aelin walked slowly without hurrying toward the lamp — its glass cracked, its light still kind.
She did not call her brother's name. Not yet. She had practiced not calling it for eight years; one more night was nothing.
Most manuscripts die quietly, in the months between the third chapter and the first abandonment. The Compass is the panel that quietly fixes that. It sees the words you wrote on Tuesday whether you noticed or not. No badges. No streaks that turn writing into a chore.
Just the honest mirror, and the gentle nudge to come back tomorrow.
~80,000 words. At your current pace, the finish line is in sight — about ten weeks out.
The draft is done. Now begins the part nobody warned you about — the part with margins and bleed and ISBNs and a different file format for every store. The book you have been writing already knows it is going to be a book. It paginates itself the way printers expect. It checks the small things that get covers rejected — before you upload.
The last mile stops being a wall.
You have lost work to a vendor before. Maybe a service shut down. Maybe a subscription lapsed and the lock came down. Maybe the internet just blinked at the wrong moment. Here, the book lives on your machine first. Editing on a flight, on a train, in a cabin with one bar of signal — same book, no warning bar, no anxious reload.
Your world belongs to you, regardless of our weather.
"Works without us."
The tool that bends for the novelist also bends for the dungeon master. Same canvas. Different shape of story.
Three years of notes, one chapter that won’t end. The world is already alive in your head — the harbor, the half-sister, the year nobody talks about. Reach for any of it, mid-sentence.
Your aunt’s kitchen is a setting; your father’s silence, a chapter. Lay them out — the people, the years, the rooms — and draw the line that always ran between them, the one you couldn’t name out loud.
Six notebooks of lore, a few hard drives, a wiki you stopped updating — and still no book. Pin the cities, name the wars, draw the river the language crosses, once.
Tuesday night. Six players around the table, and someone asks the NPC’s daughter’s name — the kind of detail that lives in the world you brought in your pocket.
A series bible that doesn’t live in seventeen Google Docs — ensemble casts, episode arcs, continuity across seasons, the things a writers’ room remembers out loud and forgets in writing.
Canon in one hand, headcanon in the other — you write on a train, on a phone, on a tab the school computer hasn’t blocked yet. The world is yours, and only yours, until you say otherwise.
That was the shortlist. Turn the page — the full kit follows.
Native apps for iPhone, iPad, and Mac — so the world you've built travels with you.
Coming soon. Not yet available.
Five surfaces. Enter at any one. Most writers live in two or three. The arc is yours to draw.
Some authors plan everything. Some plan nothing. Most do both, in their own order.
Cards for the things in your story. A character. A place. A thread.
Draw threads between anything. Walk the world from every angle.
A clean page. If a canvas exists, it surfaces. If not, just write.
A daily pace. A quiet rhythm. A finish line, whenever you set one.
Pre-flight, pagination, the file you can ship — wherever you started.
We'll write when there's something worth saying.
Unbind is a visual canvas for long-form writers — novelists, memoirists, essayists, screenwriters, poets, and worldbuilders. Plan characters, locations, events, chapters, and lore as connected elements on an infinite canvas, then export the result as a manuscript ready for publishing.
Long-form authors — novelists, memoirists, essayists, screenwriters, poets, and worldbuilders — who need to keep track of how characters, places, events, and ideas connect across a long project. If you have written a 60,000-word draft and lost track of a thread, Unbind is for you.
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Yes. Unbind is offline-first — your work lives locally and syncs to the cloud when you are online. Lose Wi-Fi mid-sentence and nothing is lost. The desktop app stores your data encrypted on disk using your operating system's keychain.
Yes. Unbind has a built-in importer that takes a long manuscript in Word (.docx), EPUB, or Markdown, detects chapter breaks, lets you preview and adjust the splits, and lands every chapter on your canvas as an element. Scrivener, Notion, Obsidian, and Google Docs all export to one of those formats.
No. Unbind builds for the writer, not in place of them. AI inside Unbind helps with the work of remembering — checking continuity across chapters, surfacing lost notes, finding the thread you misplaced — never with replacing the page. The voice is yours. See the manifesto at unbind.page/manifesto .
Not yet. Unbind today is a single-author workspace; live co-authoring and shared editing are on the roadmap. You can export drafts to PDF or EPUB to share with editors and beta readers in the meantime.
Unbind is one place for both the world and the manuscript. Scrivener drafts well but has no visual graph; World Anvil and Campfire model worlds but do not compile to a print-ready book. Unbind unifies the visual canvas, author-specific entity types, relationship mapping, and manuscript export in a single offline-first product.
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Yes. Unbind exports complete manuscripts to PDF and EPUB with print-ready presets for KDP and IngramSpark, plus per-element exports for individual characters, locations, events, chapters, and lore. Your project data is portable.