As I write this I'm sitting in a blogging seminar at LDS Storymakers 2012 (a writing conference for anyone who wants to learn anything about writing). I'm here as the official photographer, not just a creepy person with a big-A camera.
What I'm learning is apparently I shouldn't have left my blog dead for a month and a half. Sorry about that.
So here I am, jumping back in with both feet, sharing secrets like a secret BOSS.
Fourteen years of teaching aerobics have shot my vocal chords to hell. Honestly, sometimes when I wake in the morning I sound like an old man with smoker's lungs. My voice is scratchy, deep, and manly. Give me you're phone number and I'll call you first thing (say 10:30 am) and you'll see. Full man mode.
It helps to warm up those vocal chords in a hot shower. Warmups include random sounds, sometimes a song, other times screechy noises that might have a feline-like quality.
Either way, if you're ever listening to me shower and I sound like a screechy cat, then you shouldn't be judging, but asking why you're the creepy hanging by my bathroom door. Just saying.