Eventually, On Editing Audio y Algo Espooky
It’s always random, yet consistent. Does that make sense?
I was here Friday late night into Saturday morning, putting together an audio story. It was 4:50 a.m. to be exact and I couldn’t stop adding, cutting, adding, cutting, and on and on until my eyes gave out and I had to force myself to step away or cause real damage.
Editing audio is fun.
It’s also freakin’ time consuming.
It’s addictive… and empowering.
But one is never, ever quite done.
I’ve been working on this particular audio piece for just a short period of time, in comparison to others that have been ‘getting worked on’ for months. This one is fun because it is something new for me. I’m playing with so many sounds. It’s all in español. I’m also playing with my voice and poetry. It feels nice to work on something I love… and it makes me feel like it’s a radio novela, although it’s from far it. (I wish I had more time to do a weekly or bi-weekly radio novela. That’s my next project. Putting it out there, universe!)
Sounds normish, right? Well the twist on this piece is it’s all spooky. Pero… no te asustes.
Speaking of not being scared… when I was younger there was a period of time when I was terrified of going to sleep because I suffered from sleep paralysis. Of course at the time I didn’t know what it was and everyone around me informed me it was most likely an evil spirit lurking over me at night because I was so awful.
So I prayed and prayed. I stopped eating so late and I stopped eating cheese because I remembered having a cheese-induced-nightmare, so hey, why take a chance? I also lit candles and washed all the sheets and prayed some more. But, that demonic presence came back. Again and again. How awful was I?
I was an angel.
But I digress, eventually it went away and I have no idea how or why. As an adult it has come back a few times but it’s very random. I’ve been able to associate it with moments of high stress, but specifically when I’m worrying about something out of my control. Interesting!
I can see now see why it was so out of control at that age. Life at home was insanely violent. Stress levels were at max levels almost 24/7. I’m surprised I didn’t totally break down.
But, we are resilient and we figure things out… eventually.
Just like this radio show I’m trying to finish,
eventually it will happen.
Anyway, stay tuned for updates.