I know some bloggers who use speech-to-text software. They can talk into a microphone connected to their computer, and it translates their words into text on the screen. It often makes some very amusing assumptions about what they might have said, so probably requires careful proof-reading.
I don’t have anything like that. I am not sure it could cope with my London accent, or the colloquialisms I would use when speaking. I type on a conventional keyboard instead, and I don’t have to think too hard when it comes down to correcting typos, or using words that are not the slang I actually hear in my head as I write.
It is just as well that I don’t rely on those innovative programmes, as this morning I have woken up with little or no voice. My throat has closed up, and I sound as if I am using the voice of a dark entity that is possessing me, if I even bother to try to speak at all. It seems that I was wrong, when I posted the other day about exaggerating a heavy cold.
Whatever it is I have got at the moment, it is certainly much nastier than a cold, and getting progressively worse with each hour that passes.