This is the first of my blog posts overrating using my new
voice recognition software. So please forgive any lack of punctuation or bizarre
word use that may not particularly make sense, I expect homophones to be a
particular nightmare, as I’m writing this fairly late at night and don’t intend
to read it properly. I think this is likely to be a blog post about the process
of dictation rather than actually anything of interest but we will see
something unexpected may come out of it.
Those of you who know me know that I voice found
the physical act of writing difficult. Please see my post on and dyslexia and
dyspraxia for further elaboration. So my handwriting is totally unreadable and
also takes a really long time to achieve anything even close to being properly
illegible. And typing, though significantly more legible than handwriting,
remains a chore. This explains why never been much for text communication
(although I’ve never been much of phone calls either so that may be more to do
with me not liking to communicate at a distance) dynamos had kind of a romantic
fascination with the mechanics of writing for example I only typewriter and
aspire to own more older typewriters I also grieved by my total lack of
Fountain pens or ability to use them. I somehow feel the typing stories into a
computer lack the connection to history that these other methods of have. Which
of course is interesting because dictation to a text recognition system mirrors
the very first form of getting stories out to be so is almost a return to the oral
tradition that I find myself focusing much more than the sound of the words.
Maybe the associations with the method of recording reflect the differing
natures of their literature throughout time because I find modern literature
has a very temporary and also oddly communal set to it well you know that now
authors and readers can communicate in a very different ways that they ever
have before. Maybe if we start writing more books (if that’s even the right
word for what we can be doing) I dictation we would be more likely to replicate
the kind of the lyrical literature of the Victorian age return to the fabulous
grand sentences of Oscar Wilde, which seem to fall into use by now only in
mediocre theatre but do without doubt please the ear.
