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Last week, coming home from my Tuesday night critique session, I had an idea for a story I've been working on. It's the time travel novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo last year and then finished in February of this year.
I keep a DVR (Digital Voice Recorder) in the car with me at all times so I can record notions that come up.
But recently, I also discovered an app for my Droidx that allows it to be a DVR. So I've been using them interchangeably. The phone was lying on the seat, so I grabbed it, thumbed over to the screen where the app is, and ran it.
It came up and I pressed "record" . . . and nothing happened. I thought. :)
I am transcribing my notes, right now. I hear myself saying "Come on, piece of shit. Record!" and then a few seconds later, "Fine. I don't have time . . . " and then a lot of fumbling while I get the DVR and key it. I then hear myself make the voice note into that.
And then . . . talk to myself. For several minutes. I don't even remember doing it. It's just . . . weird to hear yourself candidly. I then listen to a podcast for the entire rest of the ride home. I hear myself pull up to the house, shut off the car, pocket the (still-recording) phone, unload my crap from the car, and go inside. The garage door grinds closed. I have a muffled conversation with my cats.
There is then a lot of jumbled noise as I apparently change clothes and come back downstairs, where I then plug in my phone to its charger and put it next to my recliner. Where I proceed to rock the chair (creeeeak . . . croaaaak. creeeeak . . . crooooak.) and play pinball, listen to podcasts, type, and so forth . . . for another hour. All faithfully recorded by my phone.
Including me talking to myself. The whole time. Not a constant stream of consciousness, but just intermittent remarks every few minutes. Stuff that is completely out of context.
"Wow, that's interesting . . . .dammit . . . oh, great . . . heh! . . . Oh, Matt, stop—Matt! Ugh! Cats . . . come on come on come on, left! . . . Oh, seriously? You're going to do that, now? . . . Crap, I need water . . . "
It goes on and on and on. For another hour. At the end, I suddenly say, "Oh, crap! It's been recording all this time? Greeeaaat."
There's then a muffled thump and the recording ends. :)
Now I'm self-conscious. Every time I open my mouth, I'm acutely aware of it, and of what I'm saying/about to say.
I wonder just how much each of us talks to ourselves every day when no one else is around to hear it. And how much sense it would make if anyone did hear it.
I keep a DVR (Digital Voice Recorder) in the car with me at all times so I can record notions that come up.
But recently, I also discovered an app for my Droidx that allows it to be a DVR. So I've been using them interchangeably. The phone was lying on the seat, so I grabbed it, thumbed over to the screen where the app is, and ran it.
It came up and I pressed "record" . . . and nothing happened. I thought. :)
I am transcribing my notes, right now. I hear myself saying "Come on, piece of shit. Record!" and then a few seconds later, "Fine. I don't have time . . . " and then a lot of fumbling while I get the DVR and key it. I then hear myself make the voice note into that.
And then . . . talk to myself. For several minutes. I don't even remember doing it. It's just . . . weird to hear yourself candidly. I then listen to a podcast for the entire rest of the ride home. I hear myself pull up to the house, shut off the car, pocket the (still-recording) phone, unload my crap from the car, and go inside. The garage door grinds closed. I have a muffled conversation with my cats.
There is then a lot of jumbled noise as I apparently change clothes and come back downstairs, where I then plug in my phone to its charger and put it next to my recliner. Where I proceed to rock the chair (creeeeak . . . croaaaak. creeeeak . . . crooooak.) and play pinball, listen to podcasts, type, and so forth . . . for another hour. All faithfully recorded by my phone.
Including me talking to myself. The whole time. Not a constant stream of consciousness, but just intermittent remarks every few minutes. Stuff that is completely out of context.
"Wow, that's interesting . . . .dammit . . . oh, great . . . heh! . . . Oh, Matt, stop—Matt! Ugh! Cats . . . come on come on come on, left! . . . Oh, seriously? You're going to do that, now? . . . Crap, I need water . . . "
It goes on and on and on. For another hour. At the end, I suddenly say, "Oh, crap! It's been recording all this time? Greeeaaat."
There's then a muffled thump and the recording ends. :)
Now I'm self-conscious. Every time I open my mouth, I'm acutely aware of it, and of what I'm saying/about to say.
I wonder just how much each of us talks to ourselves every day when no one else is around to hear it. And how much sense it would make if anyone did hear it.
