I’ve been thinking about periscopes. It seems to be the latest thing. Loads of people are making them. They head over to Twitter and announce they’ll be speaking live at a certain hour. Hopefully, a few viewers tune in at the right time. The presenter starts chatting and sharing.
I’ve tuned into a periscope once or twice. I’ve watched and I’ve wondered whether I should periscope too. But there’s a big reason why doing this is difficult: I don’t have a smartphone or a tablet with a good quality camera.
The other afternoon, while walking the dog, I had an idea, and as soon as I got home, of course, I had to share it with my girls.
“Hey girls, I can’t make periscopes, but I could make it’s-not-a-periscopes!” I explained my idea and then said, “I’m going to give it a go.”
And this morning, that’s what I did. Sophie helped me film my first episode. She followed me around our home while I chatted with my imaginary viewers. I saw hearts exploding across my camera’s screen (lots of them!) and I even said hello to a few people. Unfortunately, I couldn’t see any questions to answer.
Later, I showed my it’s-not-a-periscope to my daughters. “What do you think, girls? Is it okay?”
“It’s fine, Mum, but do you think your it’s-not-a-periscope is actually a vlog?”
Well, it could be, I suppose. Perhaps you’d like to watch and find out. Will you accept my invitation to see a little bit of my home? Will you join me for my very first it’s-not-a-periscope?