Sunday, January 4, 2015

Why dictation software is not for me


So she enters the room, and—no. No so. And this should be past tense so she entered—stop. Go back to so. No so, too many sos, go back to—start over.

She entered the room, and he thought

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Why did it turn off? Aren't I allowed to think for a few seconds? Stop. Start again.

Maybe entered isn't good enough. Stop. Start again.

She swept into the room—ugh. Cliché. She glided. Glid? Glided. Start over.

She glided into the room 

That just doesn't look right.

All eyes went to the door as she entered. 

Stop. Eyes do not go to doors. 

All eyes were on her as she glided into the room.

Can eyes be on somebody? They can look on somebody.

All eyes looked on her as she glided into the room.

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20 comments:

Ms M said...

Been there -- the frustrations of writing!

Here's more piggypiggy blahblah...

"She swept into the room like a fan, capturing everyone's attention"
Musical interlude (chanted to a clave beat):
Like a fan,
a fan, fan,
like a fan,
a fan, fan,
a fan...

Petrea Burchard said...

Ms M, we are giggling over here.

Dina said...

Much mulling.
And no, you are not the dictator type, Petrea. :)

llandudnopictures said...

'Many a true word spoke in jest'... etc etc ;-)

Petrea Burchard said...

It's true, Dina! I'm not cut out to be a dictator.

Geoff, you must be referring to "blahblah."

Pasadena Adjacent said...

Don't know what dictation software is so I read this straight. Enchanted; a left of center narrative. Best blog post I've read in months.

Petrea Burchard said...

I'm glad you enjoyed it, PA! It was fun to write.

altadenahiker said...

I dunno, I kind of like picturing a dozen eyes with tiny feet running to the door.

Petrea Burchard said...

She glided through the door and all eyes ran to her. "Ick, ick," she cried, as they climbed the folds of her satin gown. "No!" she screamed, "Not the hair, not the hair!"

altadenahiker said...

"As I live and breathe," said her escort, the dashing but dangerous Blackie McPherson. "All eyes are on you."

Petrea Burchard said...

"Quite," she replied, cringing with the slightest delight as several of the eyes crept down her decolletage.

altadenahiker said...

When Blackie raised his hand to strike the first of several offending globular organs, she cried, "Please, don't bat an eye!"

altadenahiker said...

"Not to worry," he smirked. "I lash."

Petrea Burchard said...

One eye was dry and irritated. Annoyed, she rubbed it. Another dripped tears, and she wiped them. A third eye began to twitch.

"I've changed my mind, Blackie," she said. "Bat them!"

altadenahiker said...

Well, I suppose everyone knows how this ends. Years later, after many adventures, she ended up as a teacher in the Appalachians. Her pupils remember her, fondly.

Petrea Burchard said...

I should leave this alone, as you have clearly won. But we have one last thing to do and that's to name our main character. All together now:

Iris!

altadenahiker said...

Oh, damn it, you won.

Petrea Burchard said...

Wait! If you had gone to Wikipedia you'd know there's a rival for Iris's love! His name is Rod Cell! He lens her his camera!

I won't sleep tonight.

Bellis said...

You two tear me up. Haven't laughed so much for ages.

Ms M said...

Hahahahahahahahhaha! Priceless!