State of the Union

[przed]

We have Big Girl Bed!

We took Ros to the store where I'd scoped out the bed, and Ros is getting the bed of my childhood dreams: a four poster, complete with canopy. (This was Not My Fault. Ros loved it, and so did the Sweetie.)

Also, I Hate My Own Voice!

I've just spent the last two hours narrating a fifteen minute online tutorial over and over again until I eliminated all the technical glitches and all my screw ups. My voice is too high, a bit torn up (from too much teaching over the years, no doubt), and wayyyy too sibilant. Those S's, man, they could pierce someone's eardrum.

At least the recording is complete. Now I just have to edit the fucker and make it look pretty for my portfolio.

But, wow, I wish I had a broadcast quality voice.

Comments

[przed.livejournal.com]

Thanks for this. I tried breathing this way for song time tonight, and wow, what a difference. That's the first time my singing voice has sounded decent in, well, years!

Now I just need to practice it, and not get lazy when I get back into teaching. (When I've had weeks of doing nonstop, all day classes, I've got to the point where my voice is just in shreds. I'd prefer that not happen any more.)

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

When I started teaching I was surprised by how much this old piece of actor's training really helped.

[przed.livejournal.com]

Now I really wish I'd done a bit of drama class back in the day. I was always on the stage management end of things.