If you’ve been following my blog, you know I’m a cyberspace-cadet. I warned you in my profile. Back when I was a court reporter, I had to hide my kooky side and present myself as a professional.
Here, in my little corner of the web, I’m taking a huge risk by exposing my quirkiness. It could all blow up and I’ll have to dig a black hole to crawl into.
I hope you’ll bear with me as I share another vlog with you. It’s out takes of the first attempt to read my short story, “Cyclops Clyde.” I named the storyteller Ma Cob, but she wasn’t spooky looking at all, just weird, and needed an overhaul.
I’ll post that one next week, and that’ll be the last vlog I do for a while because my new grandbaby (nicknamed Punkin since we don’t know the sex yet) will be arriving in a week! I’m trying to contain my excitement. Do you think it’s a boy or a girl?
Anyway, here’s the first version of Ma Cob. The stupid hairdo wore me out. By the time I started recording, I was tired, tongue tied, and kept messing up. Over and over. The whole thing would have been a waste of time, except for a few silly out takes that might put a smile on your face.