A couple of days ago, I decided to go ahead and knock out episode 397 of the podcast which will drop to a device near you on November 2nd.
I tried three times to record a monologue for the episode and each one derailed in a brain fart.
I had nothing to say or, maybe more accurately, I had things to say but nothing to share. There was nothing that I was saying that felt interesting or entertaining or even necessary. I was about to give up when I had a different idea and that idea, with absolutely no words from me, ended up being episode 397.
Maybe the topic I was trying to talk about was too vague. Maybe I just hadn't had enough coffee yet.
It certainly makes me continue to question personal podcasting as a creative outlet. I'm happy with defined topics like we discuss on the Garbagecast Conversations. I enjoy talking about music on In Your Earholes.
But when it comes to an impromptu talk about myself, I think I'm about talked out!