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A change

Writing is up and down, and a bit hard at the moment. It is just so hard to settle down. So I’ve been investigating a few things to see if they might work. Different things. What is that saying? If its not working, you need to do it differently.

A WINTRY WALK

Thus I am considering… Dictation. The other day on my way to work I wrote a scene in the old noggin and said to myself, I’ll write that up when I get home.

Well, naturally, ten hours later when I got home, I couldn’t remember it the way I had so brilliantly done it while walking the streets.

Very disappointing. Hence researching dictation.

There is dictation software one can purchase where you record (and include things like punctuation as you speak) and then you send your audio to the programme and it writes it out. Sounds brilliant.

Barbara Cartland famously dictated to her secretary.

But I’ll start a bit more old school with speaking into a recorder and then transcribing it myself. I’ve done that before, transcribing. Talks and interviews. It takes a lot of time. A lot of time, but on the plus side, I don’t have to stop to replay something to figure out what was said, or the spelling, or so on. Because its me. I know my story.

I tried it with my phone in and it was shocking. Because I’m walking to work its rush hour and there are all the bikes and cars and trucks and motorbikes, not to mention the weather the wind, so you can get decent Dictaphones/voice recorders which will block out the noise.

That is the plan, so this week I’ll order a Dictaphone (rather, a voice recording device, Dictaphone is an old term), the stores I went to, to see these things for myself, didn’t have them in stock but I can order one in.

Here’s hoping I take to it and increase my productivity on my wintry walks!

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