Yes, I love my readers! I truly do. I announced in yesterday’s blog that my new book Highway History and Back Road Mystery II was available in the Amazon Kindle store, and by the end of the day had sold 29 copies! How cool is that? Thanks everybody, I appreciate your loyal support.
What I don’t like is my Dragon Dictate software program. We’ve all seen the TV ads where they claim all you have to do is talk into the microphone and your words appear as text on your computer’s screen like magic. Uh huh. And if you believe that, let’s talk about a real estate deal I want to let you in on.
I have arthritis in my hands, and I bought the software and the expensive microphone they recommended, as well as the extra tutoring program. I did all of the training sessions, and it’s still worthless. I’m a slow two finger typist at best, and I find that I can get more work accomplished by typing than with the time it takes to dictate something, then go back in and make the corrections to the mess the speech-to-text software makes of my words. Here is an example of a garbled line of text it gave me yesterday, and below it what I was actually saying:
:She rift web R slammed done the tele bone, yanked his yak roof the coat hoop, and stymied out the door with Murdoch in his eye.”
“Sheriff Weber slammed down the telephone, yanked his jacket off the coat hook, and stormed out the door with murder in his eye.”
Oh well, it’s just one more of the challenges of life, right?
I spent most of yesterday writing, trying to make up for lost time in my new Big Lake mystery. I’d have made more progress if I had not wasted so much time with the Dragon software, but I still managed to knock out about 2,000 words.
I did stop for a while when Shorty Guptill, a friend from a Facebook Thousand Trails group I belong to, rode his motorcycle up from his house in Zephyrhills for a visit. Thanks for stopping by, Shorty. Ride safe.
After Shorty left, I got back to work while Miss Terry made a run to the post office to mail out an order to one of our new subscribers, then stopped at the Winn-Dixie in Wildwood to stock up on groceries. I’m a growing boy, and I need fed on a regular basis. And being married to the world’s best cook is a pretty good gig!
Before I close today’s blog, I do want to mention an e-mail I got from a lady yesterday who told me that she is 69 years old, a widow of three years, who told me she is “sick and tired of sitting around listening to her joints stiffen” and, against the strong objections of her son and two daughters, has bought a B van and is headed to Sarasota for the winter. “I’m in very good health, my mind is still active, and if I don’t do something soon, I’m going to go stark raving mad,” she wrote. “My husband, God bless him, never wanted to do anything but go to work, come home, mow the grass, and watch the ball game on TV. I told the kids “Dad may be dead, but I’m going to start living! My sister and my childhood best friend live less than five miles apart (in Sarasota), and we’re going to be our own version of the Golden Girls. Wish me luck!” You go girl, you’re going to do just fine.
Thought For The Day – Quiet people have the loudest minds – Stephen Hawking