… that is … my words are a podcast.
Did I mention that this makes me very happy?
It was a Sunday, I think.
It involved me, a phone call, a cup of coffee, a treat of chips and dip … and a small misguided field mouse.
Actually his guiding was spot on … he found the water-filled dip blender in no time flat.
It was the getting out that was misguided.
Which led to me finding said field mouse … and sharing the story here. Struck me as funny.
Turns out it struck someone else as funny, too.
She also has an online blog … Does This Happen To You … which gets far more attention than my humble offering here, I am sure.
And she has a podcast.
And … wait for it … she read my blog entry … the one about the field mouse … and asked if she might be allowed to read it as one of her weekly podcasts.
Oh. Here. Is. My. Arm. … Twist. It.
That, of course, made me happy that day … but I figured I would wait to share it here until the actual podcast took place … which it now has.
I have to say, I love her rendition of my words. She portrayed it almost exactly as I would have, had I done the podcast myself. Excellent job, if I do say so myself.
This is a first.
I know my friend Jeanne has been after me for almost a year to write a play … one-act or otherwise … so that her theatre group might enact it.
Flattering to be sure.
And this gives me an idea of what it would be like to write something … then hand it over to someone else to be interpreted for the public.
I like it.