You have two more minutes of audio to edit. You edit two minutes of audio and move it to the “Finished” track. You have two more minutes of audio to edit. You edit two minutes of audio and move it to the “Finished” track. You have two more minutes of audio to edit. You go make a fresh pot of coffee and settle in to edit. You have seven more minutes of audio to edit.
You close your eyes and see soundwaves. You dream in visualized soundwaves.
Your own voice haunts your dreams.
You sit down to record lines. The script changes in front of your eyes. You record the new line. The script changes again.
The track is missing again. Where did it go this time? You clean your glasses and embark into the void to find it.
A train is blowing its whistle in the next state. You wait for it to pass. A hundred years in the future, a group of archaeologists brush dust off your skeleton. “What was this person waiting for?” they whisper. A train whistle echoes from your headphones into the cavern of your empty skull.
You close your eyes while listening to an episode draft, and you accidentally astral project into Guitar Center’s Pro Audio section.
“How are you doing?” Your roommate asks. “Sleeping enough and all that?”
“Bombas socks!” You reply, then clamp a hand over your mouth. You try again, but you can’t remember a single non-podcast word. “Blue Apron! Squarespace! Hey have I mentioned I’m making a podcast? Find it at h t t p colon—“
As the horror sinks in, your roommate pours a cup of coffee. “Cool! Glad it’s still going well.”