My new “career”
Jan. 21st, 2015 11:06 pmThis afternoon, I found myself in a small recording booth, a big microphone contraption in front of my face, big headphones on my ears, and a tall stool to sit on. We’d decided that the short story in our project website at work should have an audio track, and with all of my years of story-reading experience, I decided to volunteer (after my actress-friend turned down the job, as she has fibromyalgia and doesn’t like to commit to things away from home). I think it went pretty well, given that I’m still getting over a sore throat and had to drink two cups of water to get through the 1200 words, twice. At any rate, my intonation is pretty good, and I didn’t feel claustrophobic in the little booth. I doubt I’d find much work as a voice actor, though!
Later, I got to be in a book group with some of my favorite friends-who-are-neighbors. This was their second meeting; at the first they decided to branch out a bit beyond their actual street to include me. The book this time was The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, which is a favorite of mine, and also of the hostess, although I think we both like it more as the introduction to a fun character than as a stand-alone book. Then I had to drive off to pick D. up from jazz band, and after I got home I ended up driving all the way back to the jazz band venue to get the bag I’d left on a chair, but I did get to spend another 45 minutes with the women afterwards. Next time we’re going to read something I’d say falls in the category of “speculative anthropology.” We’ll see.
Later, I got to be in a book group with some of my favorite friends-who-are-neighbors. This was their second meeting; at the first they decided to branch out a bit beyond their actual street to include me. The book this time was The Beekeeper’s Apprentice, which is a favorite of mine, and also of the hostess, although I think we both like it more as the introduction to a fun character than as a stand-alone book. Then I had to drive off to pick D. up from jazz band, and after I got home I ended up driving all the way back to the jazz band venue to get the bag I’d left on a chair, but I did get to spend another 45 minutes with the women afterwards. Next time we’re going to read something I’d say falls in the category of “speculative anthropology.” We’ll see.