I don't know anything about the technicalities of podcasts, except that I've become very proficient at listening to them while I walk the dog.
But lately, the idea of recording a podcast of my own kept sneaking up and tapping me on the shoulder — especially after the response to a recent essay I wrote about marriage.
My essay was picked up by a US blogging site and was very well received by my loyal readers (hello, you!). I do love an essay and all the space it leaves for adjectives and dramatics. In fact, writing in that style is the reason I chose to specialize in print instead of radio while in Journalism school many years ago (also because watching myself on video was excruciating).
While JB is a huge supporter of my writing, he continually tells me I chose wrong and should be on the radio (it's a compliment, keep reading). I've always really enjoyed the interview process and had a great time as a returning guest speaker on a radio talk show while in grad school. I was often selected by peers to host our on-air shows because of the sound of my voice and my mentors thought it had a good pitch for the radio.
When I graduated, I took on a part-time job at a telephone support line. Callers were randomly assigned to whichever phone line was free. But soon after I started, repeat callers began asking for the "girl with the voice" when they called. My office colleagues would press hold and shout across the cubicles, "Tony (as in Robbins), it's for you." That was over 15 years ago, and JB still teases me about it.
In more recent years, I met media maven, Erica Ehm, for the first time. While we were chatting with a group, she stopped me while I was speaking and said, "Is it just me or does everyone else here feel like they could listen to her voice all day?" I had red cheeks for hours.
So because this essay (a true story, by the way) had all the makings of a great podcast with its adjectives and dramatics, I recorded it using my iPhone (that makes it a podcast, right?). There are some glitchy background noises and some stumbles (note to self: drink a big glass of water next time), but I wasn't brave enough to edit them out this time. And I could have recorded it several times until I thought it sounded just right, but I decided to stick with the first and only cut. When I listen to it, it reminds me of the Magic Tree House audio books the kids and I listen to in the minivan (HA!).
I don't know if I'll ever get the gumption to record another essay, but I'm glad I tried it once. Why not, right?
JB: I dedicate this to you and your belief that my voice belongs on air.
Click here to listen to: What A Sinking Ship Taught Me About Love