This week I finally broke down and bought myself this nifty pocket recorder. It's expensive ($200) but the sound is good.
However, I also found that I'm still a little limited as to where and when I can record. Closets are not as good as people say -- it depends on the arrangement of the clothing. (Clothes act as wonderful sound dampeners, but if you have any exposed walls, sound still bounces off it.)
I did discover, however, that a plastic banker box with a pillow in it is a great miniature sound booth.
I have also realized that a lot of my fiction, especially the odd, extemporaneous stuff (such as Death and the Writer) is really suited to be a told story.
And... I have enough material -- that is fiction and stories -- to keep me reading in a weekly podcast for well over a year.
(And heck, I could do a "writer" podcast with all the old posts here, and keep going for a LONG time. I might do that as a monthly thing.)
It all comes down to recording time. And also if I get better at this, so I can spend less time editing. Still, I have found that I can record a story or chapter a night without much stress to the system. (The editing takes longer, but can be done any time. Recording has to be done when things are quiet.) I just have to see how that works out.
I hope to start a weekly podcast in December, and to continue it through the year. This will likely interfere with my blogging time, but I expect to continue blogging in fits and starts as I have lately. (Again, the goal is to blog when I have something to say rather than to be sure to hit my posting goals.)
Just now I have to go back and re-record a few lines of The Curse of Scattershale Gulch which turn out to have purring going on in the background. (Yeah, purring. Loud, clearly audible purring. I didn't think Max liked hearing me read aloud. Clearly I was mistaken. He just wanted to join in.)
See you in the funny papers.