I’m not going to start podcasting, at least not yet, but I just spent an hour with a Sony MiniDisc recorder. I used a lapel mic attached to my v-neck collar and brain-dumped for exactly sixty minutes with no pauses, breaks, or stops in the recording. It was interesting. I have attempted to podcast (somewhat) by recording a blog post or two in the past, but never really took to it. I have never felt that I have the material to warrant a podcast of my own. I love to write, I love conversation, and I love music, but to put it all together in a podcast hasn’t so far worked for me.
That said, I have a couple of ideas regarding supplemental podcasts to accompany some upcoming writing projects, but ignoring that I have little confidence that anything I could ramble on about would be of interest to a subscriber – let alone myself.
What I’ve recorded today is for me. It’s a diary; it’s a therapy for the ADD issues and general mood/mental health that I’ve been going through lately. It surprised me and struck a deep emotional nerve at one point, sparking a brief episode of tears during the recording. Powerful. Personal. I am actually listening to the playback now and I normally have a real problem with listening to my recorded voice or watching myself on video. This is different. It’s hard to explain.
I’ve just been through an emotional crash. Perhaps it was a reaction to speaking so honestly in private for an hour that made me cry so hard, but I feel better now. Well enough to write this post. I feel a little lighter.
I think I’m going to start my day now. 🙂