It’s that time again. That time of year when I join the insanity known as The Dog Days of Podcasting, and commit to doing a podcast a day for thirty consecutive days.
This year’s project began on Tuesday (which, coincidentally, was my last day of The 100 Day Project), and continues through September 4th, and you can find my stuff at The Bathtub Mermaid, but I’m also in iTunes. (There should be an itunes link in the collection of social media icons in my sidebar.)
In previous years I’ve had oodles of essays and flash fiction to share, but I’ve been busy on other projects this year, so I’m mixing it up with interviews, creative non-fiction pieces written earlier this summer, and pieces inspired by the 100 notecards currently adorning the front and sides of my refrigerator.
The things is, my creativity always wanes in July, but my birthday is in August, and as soon as the calendar page flipped, I was inspired again.
So watch out – and listen to my Tales from the Tub – you might be pleasantly surprised.
Originally Written: June, 2008
Inspiration Word: fairy dust (I think)
Inspired By: Becca Rowan
She stopped in the village square, intrigued by the array of market stalls, all offering things never seen for sale in her own home town.
“Inspiration, just five dollars!” one of the peddlers called, holding up a glass bottle adorned with vines and flowers.
She was tempted, but was fairly certain that it was just an empty jar, however beautiful.
Booths offering warm nuts brushed shoulders with other booths offering half measures of imagination and ambition.
At the booth where fairy dust was sold, she could not resist, and traded $20 for a heavy cut-velvet bag.
Deep inside, possibilities glittered.
Listen: Bathtub Mermaid: Fairy Dust
Transcript of yesterday’s entry for The Dog Days of Podcasting. Transcript may not match final recording.
Listen to the episode at The Bathtub Mermaid.
The first time I heard the word “polyurethane” I was nine years old, and begging my mother for new roller-skates – the kind that have the smooth wheels like the rental skates at the rink. It must have been around my birthday, or maybe Christmas.
Shortly afterward, I received a pair of roller-skates with white leather booties sporting blue stripes, and happy reddish-pinkish polyurethane wheels.
Every day after school, every Saturday after the usual cartoon hour (which I never watched), I would walk sideways down the three floors from our condo to the ground, holding onto the rail so I wouldn’t roll off the edge of a step. My daring friends and I would skate in the local park, racing down the steep hill and across the low bridge over the creek, and then up the gentle slope on the other side.
We never missed the sharp turn onto the bridge, or went careening off the unprotected edge, but sometimes we almost did.
Sometimes I think we secretly wanted to.
The most recent occurrence of the word “polyurethane” in my life was earlier today, when our hired contractors sanded our kitchen cabinets and painted them with a coating of the stuff.
I’m convinced the fumes have made me slightly high.
I’m also convinced nothing was as awesome as being nine years old, and roller-skating down a steep hill and across a bridge.
An excerpt from a letter to a friend’s daughter:
Fourth, fall in love. Fall in love hard. And often. Enjoy it, because love – real love – is messy and exciting and kinda scary. But don’t get married. At least, don’t get married until you’re over 25, have seen Europe, have lived on your own for at least a year, and have experienced at least one TRULY TRAGIC love affair.
You can hear the whole letter, and a wee bit more in today’s entry for the Dog Days of Podcasting.
Link: DDoP #16 – Unsolicited Advice.
So, I’ve moved my podcasting to a new domain: Bathtub Mermaid.
Today’s Dog Days of Podcasting entry is there. Click for direct link: DDoP #15 – Cedar Boxes.
I wrote a cafe vignette called “Steeping” yesterday, and recorded it for today’s entry into the Dog Days of Podcasting project.
Here’s an excerpt:
“I can’t believe you lingered here long enough to let espresso go cold, as busy as it is in here today,” Sarah ventured once they were alone again.
“I was working on a poem,” David confessed.
“I had no idea you were a poet. Are you published? Can I read your stuff?”
“I am, when I’m not wearing bike pants and delivering documents around town,” David answered, taking each of her questions in order. “I’ve published a couple pieces here and there,” he continued. “And as to reading it…the stuff I’m working on right now needs to steep a bit.”
“Just like tea,” David said.
You can listen to the whole piece at SoundCloud or click play in the applet below:
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Is it technically Sunday Brunch if I record it at 6:30 PM? Do I really care? The answer to both questions is NO!
The piece itself is the Sunday Brunch piece from 26 August 2012. You can read it, listen to it on SoundCloud, or play it in the applet below.
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This episode really should be called “Swimming with Morgan,” but it’s not. It’s just a ramble. I’m tired and my throat hurts, and it just struck me that if I’d finished any of the three things I had started to write, I would have had a much shorter entry.
Eleven minutes on Darmok and Dogs.
Accompanied by Teddy Bear on the Rawhide Chew, if you hear weird chewing sounds
Listen at SoundCloud or click below:
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Tabz suggested I ramble about dogs. Hemingway suggested we should write drunk and edit sober. I’m NOT drunk, but I had a beer with dinner and a benadryl about half an hour ago, so I’m not really as together as I should be, and tonight’s DDoP entry proves it.
I’m skipping the “edit sober” part.
Listen at SoundCloud, or click below:
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Yes, it’s morning, which for most of us is the beginning of the day.
Yes, this is a catch-up post from last night because I spent all day yesterday in the state of mind that Jo March would have referred to as a “vortex” and I call “extreme writey-ness.”
So, listen at SoundCloud.com, or just click the play button below:
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