Starting to get sick. Catching up to Aneesah who’s been sick for a couple days now. Enjoyed being the one in good health so I could take care of her a little. We’re taking care of each other now (the usual arrangement).
Listened to the same audio story maybe 10+ times yesterday, each time listening for something new—pacing, tone, levels of foley used to score specific scenes. Thought I’d get bored of it but I didn’t at all.
Trying to pare my project down to the next smallest step, and dismiss anything that feels like an excuse. Thought: record readings of this journal and mix until happy. That might feel like a really small step, but there’s more than enough to do: treating the recording space, figuring out how I want to speak, tidying the audio up, playing with levels etc.
I could go even smaller (and maybe I should): just practice reading out loud. Recording helps, but I have ears. The journal exists, I have my voice (for now). Nothing stopping me. No excuses. Read until it starts to sound right. Every reading is progress. One very tiny step on the journey.
I’m sure that reading this journal won’t be very interesting, but that should force me to write something that makes for a more compelling recording. I’ll annoy myself into doing the work (which is a horrible strategy that actually works—morning pages proved that to me).