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Having a husband is also an automatic +10 noise factor. Just by existing, he's noisy. Just to clarify, because I'm aware I have a lot of male readers, I'm assuming this would be the same with having any human roommate, and, to be fair, I can tune most of what he gets into out like he's a giant white noise machine. But not his Xbox 360. No. Not that thing. For whatever reason, some weird part of my subconscious tunes in and listens to every gunshot, scream, and random Xbox Live trash-talking conversation between 30somethings living at home and 15 year olds who have higher voices than I do. Why? I have no idea. Closing my office door doesn't seem to block out the sounds of Call of Duty: Revolutionary War: Washington vs Cornwallis (yes, even though I have a vagina I am aware there is no such game; that is supposed to be a joke), and after much griping, bitching and moaning on my part, he now wears headphones.
Those things are a godsend.
But, to get away from every auditory distraction and demand on my attention, I'll often take off and head to the super-awesome library in the neighboring town to get some writing done. They have free WiFi and I can do research while I'm there, but no one to bring me a turkey sandwich when I get caught up in what I'm doing, so it's mostly a win-win.
I'm also aware that some writers take inspiration from listening to different types of music as they make their way through scenes, while I'm only inspired to bang my head on the keyboard to drown out the noise. I never write with music. Well, that's not completely true. I did work on some of my funnier blog entries to Igor Stravinsky's Rite of Spring, which is not funny at all. Go figure.
I love music, I really do. But I find it distracting, and the voices in my head aren't nearly as forthcoming if I'm drowning them out with something else.
How about you? Do you write with music? If yes, what? If no, why not?