Hayter for March 23, 2025
“Turning Little,Dizzy into an audio-book?”
I’ve come up with an idea as to how to spend my downtime. If you missed last week’s article, it was about Brad Meyer ruining my hip so that I have to get a replacement. It will be about two months before my leg will heal enough for me to dance. It will take at least eight months after that for me to learn to dance.
During my healing process, I am hoping to turn my recent novel into an audio-book. I’m currently reading aloud to myself, because it’s easier for me to catch my mistakes while I’m actually saying the words. I don’t know why that is, but it works. Plus by reading it aloud to myself it prepares for the time when I record it.
By turning my novel into an audio-book, I actually wouldn’t even need anyone to edit the thing, because it will be me talking. And, let’s face it, I’m not dumb enough to ruin my novel by reading all of my misspellings and messed up sentences.
Yesterday, I got on YouTube and listened for 45 minutes to a guy explaining how to personally turn your written novel into an audio-book. The young man tried to be as helpful as possible, but he had no idea who was listening to him. I couldn't understand half of what he said. There are a lot of weird words used in the field of audio recording.
What I did catch onto was the fact that while recording you’ve got to put padding all around your room or closet so you won’t pick up any background noise from inside and outside the house. Stuff like Kay asking me I stole her sunshades, or the neihborhood kids playing or their dad mowing the lawn. That’s not a problem if your book is about person sitting at the table while is wife is discussing stuff and his kids are outside playing.
While reading aloud parts of the novel, I messed up on some of the wording. And I coughed, sneezed, and my chair made a lot of groaning noises. I’ve never had a desk chair that didn’t groan. Even if I were to tape the thing while standing in my closet, I would still have enough gaps and guffs to make editing a beast.
The only way I could have an audio-book correctly made is to hire someone to do it. If someone hired me to do the same thing for them, I’d have to charge thousands of bucks. It would take me at least six months to edit the recording.
Since I don’t have the brains to handle such a job, I thought I might ask Bradly to help me. Years back, he and I video-taped our restaurant reviews. Some we filmed in an office at the Courier, and other times outside of the restaurant. We used Brad’s camera for filming and his computer for the editing. While Brad trashed me a lot in our reviews, I still thought the project was well done.
A few years back, Kay videoed me delivering some devotionals in different places in and outside of our house. And, get this! I was actually able to edit them myself, and put them on Facebook or YouTube. I can’t remember.
If push comes to shove, as it often does, Kay could tape me reading a chapter, after which I’d edit it. Maybe put it on YouTube a chapter at a time. The big drawback to that is I wouldn’t make a dime from the reading. What author would do such a thing for free?
Actually, a lot of writers would, including myself. The choices are to spend a lot of years trying to get your work published or publishing it yourself and try to get people to by standing on the street corner. Me? I hate selling anything. My opening is “You wouldn’t want to buy this would you?”
Unless my hip replacement surgery in some way damages my brain, I shall spend my recovery time trying to record the thing. I’m almost through with another book. All I need is an ending and a title. The novel I just finished is called “Little, Dizzy”. That’s the name of the only town in the state with a comma in it. The reasoning is explained in one of the early chapters.
Perhaps you’ll get a chance to hear and/or see the recording. Unless you don’t want to which is understandable. (That’s me trying to sell something.) Speaking of which, what really bothers me is the fact that I may have to ask Brad Meyer for help. That’s not going to go over well unless I mention how he ruined my hip. He’s yet to accept blame for that. That’s my friend for you. He can be a hard nut to crack. – Oh, and I didn’t mean that as a metaphor.
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