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Zeroth world problems. I'm sitting here like a dork with a headset on, getting ready to record my poem "Ivy" for Strange Horizons. SH is apparently starting an audio section, of which I heartily approve. I have here a microphone headset so new that it has that weird-but-good smell of plastic about it. I have a new sound program called Audible. About ten minutes ago I downloaded it and I hope it isn't going to make my poor old laptop explode, because in many ways my computer skills are stuck in like 1999 and I think everything will give my PC a virus and then hack into the White House on my behalf.
I'm not freaking out or anything, but I'm getting very intense. This will start being fun as soon as I get past the initial teething stages of learning how the hell to use this stuff. Voice pops, voice hisses, meaningless gauges on the screen did something irreparable, oh no, what did I change, change it back, voice sounds OK but is annoying from sheer familiarity. It's the old problem with me learning anything: not much persistence, easily discouraged, and the perfect is the enemy of the good to such an extent that I want to shout IT'S NOT RIGHT, WAH and drop the mike.
I just want to get this damn thing recorded, I want to make it worth spending a little money on a headset, I wanna do something entertaining. Psyching myself up as well as I can. We're going to knock this thing out of the park, and if it still sucks we can go back later and do it right. How do I always manage to start these things at eleven at night when I have to be up early the next morning? MY INNATE CUNNING.
I'm not freaking out or anything, but I'm getting very intense. This will start being fun as soon as I get past the initial teething stages of learning how the hell to use this stuff. Voice pops, voice hisses, meaningless gauges on the screen did something irreparable, oh no, what did I change, change it back, voice sounds OK but is annoying from sheer familiarity. It's the old problem with me learning anything: not much persistence, easily discouraged, and the perfect is the enemy of the good to such an extent that I want to shout IT'S NOT RIGHT, WAH and drop the mike.
I just want to get this damn thing recorded, I want to make it worth spending a little money on a headset, I wanna do something entertaining. Psyching myself up as well as I can. We're going to knock this thing out of the park, and if it still sucks we can go back later and do it right. How do I always manage to start these things at eleven at night when I have to be up early the next morning? MY INNATE CUNNING.