Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Adventures in Beginning Podcasting: The Struggle Gets Realer

Yesterday, I put the first two minutes and five seconds of my first podcast to bed. This involved opening music, with a minute or so talking about that music. Today I will install the bumper I cut out of an MP3 file (note to self: cut some more), and work on filling out the segment in which I’m actually introducing myself to the podcast world. 

Putting together a podcast is a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I wanted to do 30 minutes, but I’ll be lucky to break 15 with this one. I’ve come to the conclusion that the only way I’m going to be able to do this is to do it until I can do it my sleep. 
Looking southwest at sunrise on Groundhog Day.



















Same view at mid-morning four days later. This snow is months late and several inches short. We’ll take it.
















And it just keeps getting funnier by the minute. Two weeks into recording (it’s taken me that long to come up with the tone I wanted) I came across a podcasting tool called OBS Studio. I wish I’d known about this software a couple of weeks ago, but hey. My first podcast will be produced with Audacity, because I’m invested right now. But we’ll see how the OBS Studio thing works when I do my second podcast, which will also be my first poetry reading special.

If I end up using a third piece of production software for the third episode, so be it. This has to happen.
The view from porch level, sometime around one or two o’clock. Note the line of storm clouds racing along the range southwest of town. These clouds got darker and more ominous as the afternoon progressed, but this was all the snow we were going to get. At least somewhere in the San Luis Valley got precipitation.



















I’d hoped to make a full 30 minute ‘cast, but it looks like I’ll be lucky to make it to 15. Now I know why I put this off so long. At least it’s happening. Stay tuned. I’m as curious as anyone to see how this turns out.

All Ginger Puff wants are the scraps from my chicken dinner. She’ll get them, too.