Resources for Creating Audiobooks and Podcasts

I’ve been obsessing about audio lately. Not only do I listen to a metric fuckton of audio books and podcasts, but I’ve been consuming my body weight in instruction guides and nonfiction resources in an effort to learn about the creation of audio itself. Why? Because I’m desperate to record and publish my nonfiction as audio books. After starting a podcast, it gave me the confidence I could do it,…

Audioblog 23: The Light

Walking through the shadows of the sun, the moon, and the world, we create our own light in the hopes to see each other a lot better -- to see that pale face of yours, to find what they call the true path. 

Like scientists finding a solution through trial and error, we faint and emerge like the cycle of the clock. Forever bound by time, the beings of time yearn for so much -- and so the light was one of the greatest discovery. 

Light brings about ideas where you would rather sleep and lay defeated by the darkness. With light, you can write the things that are running in your head. With light, you will be able to have a date at midnight, under the beautiful sky full of stars. Those tiny lights in the sky showing us how the way it should be. Shining, fading, blinking, like our hearts when they’re filled with emotions. Shining, fading, blinking, sparking, and shining even brighter! 

We’re little stars wanting to give birth of more stars. Star particles creating worlds. It’s so simple and we’re here to understand that the world is indeed us and the people is indeed the universe. We are the universe trying to discover itself! In its billions of lifetimes, it got tired with the darkness and so it invented the light in it, which gave birth like a ripple that brought us here and there.

Life is light in a sense. And ideas are light in a sense. Fire is light. Love is light. Light is warm and home, and you could almost feel it just by looking at it. We developed our eyes to see this light. Light is beauty and it may be the only meaning of this all. But nobody really knows, not even the stars blinking up in the sky, not even the darkness that gave birth to it.