I´ve been trying to increase my writing speed, and less than two weeks ago I bought a software called Dragon dictate, that is supposed to be the best dictation/ voice recognition software there is. I´m gradually training it, by reading short snippets of text out loud, and letting it analyze my writing by uploading documents. A week ago, it was ridiculous (all traces have been deleted, never to be seen again), but it´s getting better. From what I´ve heard, I need to be patient (yeah, that´s easy!), and keep training it. Eventually I hope it will let me speak naturally, at a consistent pace, without having to edit a lot underway. I understand I need to pronounce every COMMA, PERIOD, OPEN QUOTE, and END QUOTE, and I hope to get a hang of that too, without it ruining the experience of writing. From what I´ve seen, I think it will be worth it, but it is definitely not easy.
To let you get a feel for it, this is the result of twenty minutes of dictating to (wrestling) my Dragon (first draft material, so don´t be too hard on me, or my Dragon!).
She was a prisoner. She was sitting in room no other people, waiting for something to happen. Yesterday she had been dragged into camp by the headhunters. She was still bruised and she had a black guy from being beaten. Still, she didn’t think she had suffered any b permanent Injuries band she had been surprised that they hadn’t been tougher. The rumors concerning headhunters were that they were ruthless killers, and enjoyed torturing their prisoners. She feared what would come next. Be door opened, and a man walked in. He had to face with dark shades on something nice, missing teeth, tattoos naked across a shaven school. The face of someone with most all.The face of someone who had lost all hope.
« Welcome to the corpus.» He said.
And here is the result of me typing it. I didn´t time it, but I´d say I spent perhaps five minutes or so here.
She was a prisoner. She was sitting in a room with no other people, waiting for something to happen. Yesterday, she had been dragged into camp by the headhunters. She was still bruised, and she had a black eye from being beaten. Still, she didn´t think she had suffered any permanent injuries, and she had been surprised that they hadn´t been tougher. The rumors concerning headhunters were that they were all ruthless killers, and enjoyed torturing their prisoners. She feared what would come next.
The door opened, and a man walked in. He had dark shades around his eyes, a few missing teeth, and a tattoo snaking across a shaven skull. The face of someone who had lost all hope.
«Welcome to the Corpus.» he said.
I don´t think this is too bad, although there are some glaringly obvious mistakes here. The next step, in addition to training my Dragon not to make so many mistakes and to familiarize it more with my voice, is to train myself to dictate faster. That may take longer, but I´m certain it is possible. I´ll keep you posted, but for now, have a great week!