So, I did the recording for kill author.

I didn't know it was possible to get such adrenaliney nerves about reading something in the privacy of your own room.

Take 1 was a cracklefest and I spent quite some time trying to pretend I was a logical, technical-minded being who knew how to fix it, when in reality I felt like that part in Zoolander where Owen Wilson is hitting the computer with a rock to try to get to the files inside. Turns out all I had to do was switch my laptop to battery power and the sound quality was perfect. Sometimes there is a technical solution so simple that even I can understand it. I just wish I didn't have to scythe through an overgrown wasteland of jargon to get there.


Take 2, I was more nervous than Take 1. I think my nerves were shredded beyond repair by all the techno-hoohah. But I read as well as I could. I tried to pause. I tried to breathe. And I tried to think of how the lovely Stephen Fry would do it (yes, I've been listening to the Harry Potter audiobooks again). And when it was done, I listened to it and although there were parts I would've liked to change, I didn't cringe and I didn't feel like those recurring dreams I get where everyone sees me peeing (true story). It was good enough. And in this case, perfectionism be damned; good enough really was good enough. So that was the take I submitted. 


So, it's done. Did I sink the duck? Or did I graze the dog? Stay tuned to find out.