Come on guys, the world is supposed to end today and you’ve got your whole head in the gutter. For shame, I say.
I’m talking about what turns you on while you write. Perhaps I trapped you with my phrasing, but you’ll have to forgive me. It is the holidays, after all. Anyway, I’ve asked this question a couple of times via Facebook & Twitter and the answers I’ve received are all but unanimous: MUSIC.
This makes me question myself. I can’t work to music. Stop gasping. It’s true. I’m actually not even a music person. I don’t have to know the latest artists. I don’t have to download their albums. I don’t have to go to their concerts. I’ve actually only been to one concert in my whole life. Hey! Didn’t I tell you to stop gasping!
So what have I been writing my debut novel, Blood in the Paint, to? TV. Television. The boob tube. (Do people still call it the “boob tube?” Probably not. The “boob sleek panel” maybe? Doesn’t have the same ring to it. I’ll move on.) I have to write to the TV on in the background. It can’t be something I’ve never seen before though. It’s usually reruns of Everybody Loves Raymond, Law & Order, or America’s Next Top Model. If the TV isn’t on, I struggle. I’ve tried writing by the river near our house and at local eateries, but it’s just not the same. (I can edit in those venues though, but that’s not the topic at hand) When I’m the bookstore job, I am forced to play Pandora, but I keep it so low it’s simply there to destroy the silence. Writing to silence is worse than writing to music.
This whole revelation made me think about what I can do to music. The list isn’t very lengthy:
- Cook. I like to cook to music. Sometimes. If I’m baking a very complicated dessert, for instance, a brief jam-out session could cause me to add the eggs all at once instead of one at a time and when you read complicated baking recipes they make that seem like a really big deal.
- Clean. I don’t like to clean to music, but if it’s on, I won’t vehemently oppose it. The problem is, if I’m sweeping, my rhythmic twirling could disturb my dust pile. Or if I’m vacuuming, dancing and prancing could cause me to trip on the cord and die. I guess that could probably happen without the music. Hmm…That’s it. Cleaning leads to dying. Gonna avoid that
even morefrom now on.
- Dress. If I’m going somewhere where I actually want to doll it up a bit, music can be inspiring. But too much Gangnam Style could tire me out before I even get where I’m going and I could end up changing back into my pajamas and going to bed at 8:30. I’m just joshing you guys! I hate Gangnam Style.
So that’s it. I don’t even play music while I’m in the shower. I don’t even sing while I’m in the shower. Good heavens, I’m a weirdo.
Are you one of the millions of writers that works best to music? Or are you one of the four writers in the world that keeps the TV on in the background? If you are, we should totally get together and come up with a secret handshake or something.