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Third Years A Charm

In this episode, Third Years A Charm . . .



Welcome to Episode 207 of On the Fly. You may not believe this, but we went live on the Anchor platform (Spotify for Podcasters) three years ago today!


Lately, people ask, "So, how many listeners do you have?"


"Honestly, I'm not sure; I don't pay attention to the numbers."


"Why not?"


Well, On the Fly is a creative adventure. I'm committed to developing my artistic ability, imaginative writing, music education, and digital editing skills. When this all started, I challenged myself; I said, "Self, what do you think? Can you merge the skills you've developed and deliver an entertaining weekly program? And offer educational content for an audience?"

You see, creativity is about developing a habit of taking what seems - at the time - to be a wild idea and experimenting with ways to deliver a story through the medium of on-demand audio. We've dabbled with video, but as you may recall from the 200th episode - Earl Nightingale - my model is the 1950s radio program Our Changing World. I'm proud to say; that this podcast is the "vehicle to the future" to share my experiences and document my adventures; maybe we should call it My Changing World.


Yes, I can deliver! You be the judge - we're approaching over 12,000 downloads. And I've discovered it's possible to produce a podcast without an entire studio. If you missed it - check out The Bakersfield Sound and Yosemite Stories, two episodes written, recorded, and creatively produced during our October vacation to Yosemite National Park.


Is it fun? Absolutely! Preparing a weekly production keeps me experimenting, learning, and growing and encourages me to explore who I'm becoming. Yet another example is last week's episode, My First Piano, a new musical venture.

  

My listening friends, I challenge you to go back and troll the many archived episodes. One of my favorites is Episode 14, Captain Fantastic; what's yours? The easiest way to do that is to follow me on Spotify, then select the option - "play unplayed episodes." You will be enlightened and inspired to begin your creative journey. If I can do it, so can you.


On the Fly is entirely free of those annoying Ads!


I'm Patrick Ball; thanks for listening. I'll see you in the next episode. 

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