- You might, if you’re worryingly observant, have noticed that the little word counters at the bottom of each post don’t seem to be going up in chronological order. That’s because some posts get scheduled and others I publish straight away, and I pop the word count on a post as soon as I’ve finished writing it. What happens to a post depends solely on the feverish whims of my Barry’s Gold Blend-addled mind.
- I noticed this morning that I’ve started to rate all of my ideas by how worthy they are for public consumption. Normally I’d post some things, journal others, and not see any hierarchy between the two. Now, though? I’ve got words to get through and journaling that can’t get posted just plain won’t cut it. I’m curious as to whether this will ease off after a few days or weeks.
- WordPress is cruel. Here I am, writing away, and my eye is inevitably drawn to the list of possible Related Articles down the bottom of the screen. I may be poised to hit ‘Publish’ until I click on one or three or six of them. And then I’ve no choice but to read ’em all and pick my favourites for you lot. If it weren’t for drafting all of these articles over at 750 Words, I’d get nothing done.
- How do people remember to do anything else? In my experience, there are two ways a person can feel when they’re writing. There’s the not-good one, where you’re staring at a sheet and wondering what the hell to put on it with a deadline or a word count looming over you. And then there’s the other one. The one that’s the reason why we do this thing. Where you’re made of nothing but ideas and words, and where you can’t so much as pop out for a glass of water without another one showing up. It’s a wonderful way to be, but it sure does mess with your ability to do anything else. You get swept away in what you’re doing and little things like the time of day escape you completely. On a similar note..
- I think this WriMo business may be enabling my inclination to spend all day sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea and a laptop. How on earth does a person do this thing and not end up welded to the couch by the end of it? Will I end up forgetting to dress and wash myself entirely and by the end of the month be sitting caked in my own filth in a pile of teacups? Maybe I should get one of those walking desks. You know. These ones:
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“How on earth does a person do this thing and not end up welded to the couch by the end of it?”
I asked my family for dictation software the next time they wanted to buy me a gift. Now I walk around holding my laptop and talking at it. And getting really weird looks from the neighbors when I take my work into the back yard!
Oh, clever! Is it any good? I can imagine it being calibrated for a different accent to my own or something and ending up transcribing utter gibberish 😉
They got me Dragon NaturallySpeaking v. 12. It teaches itself your voice, and you can every ‘train’ it for certain phrases (like I’ve taught mine to recognize the names of my characters). You do need a good headset for it – the built in laptop mics don’t seem to work well enough to be worth it.
I’d say it makes about the same number of mistakes as I make typos, and it transcribes my words faster than I could write them, so good accuracy + faster writer makes me a very happy dictator!
“a very happy dictator!”
*giggles* Kitlers!