Voice chats

Late payment *wink*

Hi, everyone,

It’s been a while since my last voice memos, partially because of my wisdom teeth and being busy, but mostly because it still makes me nervous! Time to shake it off and go!

Anyway, these are a little short, but they were sort of fun to do. You’ll hear vocal changes in the third song- I can’t help it; that’s how the character sings it, and I can’t help but follow suit! Might do more like this, though it’s more likely to be original compositions in the future. Let me know if you have any requests!

 

Songs: “Serenata” -Luis Laguna

 “Bokutachi Wa Kore Kara” – Ranma 1/2/DoCo

“Akane No Komoriuta”- Ranma 1/2/Noriko Hidaka

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No more Ms. Mousian

Aaaand…I wasn’t satisfied with the free write, so here I am again. What can I say? When my writer side is awakened, not even a horse dose of Ambien can put it back to bed. I gotta wear this sucker out.

Doing this blog has, like I’ve mentioned repeatedly in my “voice memo thingies”, simply been an exercise in pushing the boundaries of what makes me comfortable. Adopting the title of “writer” is not something that has come easily. I rejected it for so very long because it seemed like it came with a lifestyle that wasn’t “naturally” mine, and one I was completely unwilling to take. Not to mention, it was something that was pushed on me at a very early age, and all my life I have resisted easy classification. I’d see my peers happily take on such limiting titles as “The Brain”, “The Jock”, “The Artist”, and I wanted absolutely no part of it. To me, it felt like taking one on would have a serious impact on what I would likely focus my attention on. If I was to take on a title, it was going to be one of my own choosing.

If you’re wondering, “What is this ‘writer lifestyle’ she was so scared of?” It was the lifestyle of a writer who was a compulsive composer, a slave to the written word, and mostly, one who shares his or her thoughts and passions easily- which I believed was the only writer to be. For a time it was very easy to hide my inner self behind pretty words or flowery sentences. But passion? That odd magnetism that drew pencils to my fingers and blank pages to my lap? I didn’t have what it took to reveal mine. Mine had to be protected from those invested in changing me into their ideal person. I was a mouse, overly concerned for my survival, when all the while I was safe in a cage, and everything I needed was in reach. I couldn’t risk anything, or at least, would only make the smallest risks, the only things my tiny mouse heart could bear.

And I’m tired of it. I’m tired of acting like a mouse, consumed by passion on the inside, but devoid of all signs of it on the outside. I’m tired of going with the thoughts that say, essentially, that there is no point in my expression. It’s like saying, “There’s no point to crying, because you’ve shed tears before”. “There’s no point to laughter, because you’ve filled a room with laughter before.” Or, “Others have wept and laughed better than you”. I want the “wow, I did that”. The one that only comes after the “wow, I can’t believe I did that”. This is part of that step.

Voice chats

Having fun with this

It’s actually true. Voice chats, and I actually had fun with it. It’s in two parts, as once I finished the first part I wasn’t quite done talking.

By the way, please bear with me if there are parts that get…mumbly. I speak very fast and sometimes it devolves into mumbling. I am trying to remember to speak more slowly (which I tend to forget once the giggles set in!) ‘sigh’

Voice chats

Another step with talking

I have been trying to get myself a little less ‘fraidy, and things like this seem to be helping. If you happen to hear sniffles, forgive me- my allergies aren’t raging, but they’re sticking around some. More excuses for drowning myself in rooibos!

 

Like I needed an excuse? Bring on the red tea!