Keck talks with dragons. Things get unsurprisingly odd.
Dictation software can be a great help, but I’m not sure that it will ever handle medieval fantasy.
I’ve been in the habit of scribbling scenes directly into notebooks (usually with a lovely Japanese fountain pen!)
The idea was to keep myself away from such distractions as web searching, social media and incessant polishing by taking my notebook and pens up into a park or coffee shop and writing without the aid (or distraction) of modern technology.
My intention was to capture all of this scribbling with a popular speech-to-text package whom I will refer to as the dragon from here on out.
Sadly, in my haste to go bowling through page after page of scrawled text, I’ve tended to miss those moments when the dragon went wrong. And, where a human secretary might have interrupted me to ask a clarifying question (“I’m sorry, are you insane?” or words to that effect), my dutiful old dragon just kept on going.
The end results adds a touch of surrealism to every page.
A partial list of the oddest is provided below:
I would have you with for your oaths to be if you will.
He took her small head.
Ottawa, he she was booed a dream or two yet.
Hassan is a perilous thing, do you know? They do not warrant a man.
Durand still felt the graph presence of Google
Two of the rats allies detach themselves from the fracas.
He glanced endurance direction.
with manic goals or colors of iron clamped around the man’s ankles.
Antidrug to the ground.
I’m not sure that the dragon and I are writing the same book.
David Keck 