You should be proud of your success. (Mavis users will know.)
Yes, I can type with my eyes closed. This comes from two years of computers class, using a typing tutor thingy for twenty minutes everyday. I also had to put those little sticker things over the keys so I couldn’t see what I was typing. I even know when I made a mistake, which is odd. I’m also able to type while having a conversation with someone else. What sometimes does happen though is my fingers type some word completly different from what I was thinking I was typing. Like typing “sweater” instead of “what”.
Even though I took typing in high school the deyboard confusees me for a number of reasons, mostlybecause I learned on a manual typewriter that took a lot of pressure on the keys. //then I had an electric typewriter the I was prett good good because even that took mor pressure than this one. /////////this one is still difficult for me because I’m constantly putting to much pressure on the keys, or holdiing them down too long sothey repeatliketttthhhhhiiiiissss.
Okay, looking now. I spend a lot of time because either the space bar doesn’t work all the time or I just don’t put the right pressure on it, which leads to a lot of deleting, and that key I never can find without looking. ThenIhave to (I’m going to leave those run-together words in) re-arrange my fingers and I tend to keep looking at the keyboard after that until I happen to look up and see all the mistakes I’ve made. Then I might have to delete a whole sentence and start over. By that time I’m so pissed at myself that I’ve forgotten my point and have to stop to cool down and remember where I was going. Add that to the fact that the ‘quick reply’ box doesn’t work for webtv and I’m way behind everyone else. Almost every time my point or question has already been posted by someone else. My brain seems to be stuck in this loop even though I always remind myself not to do it and just watch the damn screen. Woof, I’m tired and rambling.
Of course I can type with my eyesclosed. OF course, I don’t know if I’m any good at it. Although I shouldn’t totally suck.
Grandma bought me a teach ;yourself to type book after I graduated from high school without having taken typing. And then, by some miracle, I actually used it. You have to understand, independent study was not a strong skill for me at that point in life.
It was the best thing I ever did (well, maybe that’s an exaggerration(. But it made it possible for me eventually land a job that led, over the years, to the REALLY good job I have now.
OK, looking now, the top row isn’t my strong point, but it’s not too bad. Not sure how the semi-colon got there.
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Gotta try afaina vecause this is just too mmuch dfun!
Me, too. I’ll have someone drop by my office with a problem just as I’m finishing up an email, and I can listen to their question while finishing up the email and hitting “send”. But I cannot compose an answer and talk to someone, of course. I have to have known what I was going to type before they stop by. This will be fun to see how well I did here. I’m thinking my typing was perfect – except perhaps I put two spaces between the second and third sentence. I hesitated and decided an extr \a one was better than none at all.
<eyes open now> Cool. And I was right about the extra space – just wrong about which set of sentences… But where in the world did the space-slash come in? And the extra space between “and” and “decided”?
<closing eyes again but not until after I find the right-caret> When I say that I can “finish up the email”, I don’t mean just a short wrap-up. I can do an entire paragraph, as long as I was just wrapping up the subject.
That is very cool. Sometimes my brain tricks me into thinking I heard somebody say “sweater” instead of the expected “what”. (No, not those words specifically, but you know what I mean.) I think it just gets bored with the discussion and wants to spice things up to keep me interested. I think that’s why I have such bad nightmares, too – it gets bored and gets a kick out of scaring the hell out of me.