Kevin Brennan Writes About What It's Like
Since I like spying on others, it’s only fair to reveal a glimpse of my own inner sanctum. Also, I posted this pic a while ago, so it’s not that much of a surprise. You have already gazed upon my shell-encrusted monkey (right rear corner).
As for the “what can’t you write without” factor, I was going to be flip and say something like “hands,” but then I realized that voice-recognition software would let me keep writing. Then I was going to say, “a chair,” but some famous authors like Hemingway and Roth are known to have written at a podium or stand-up desk. I’ll have to give up a lame attempt at humor and just say, like many others, that I have to have music playing to hit the sweet spot.
This is partly because I have fairly annoying tinnitus, and music helps mask it. I’ve also used sounds like rain, wind, and coffeehouse clatter, which you can find online, but music has more magic. Lately I find that instrumental ambient electronic stuff is a good background soundtrack, but I’ve been known to listen to everything from classical to jazz to — just the other day — Dick Dale.
I wonder if particular music causes us to make subtle choices in our writing that would be different with different music…
Anyway, I’m not going to tag anyone to do the blog hop, but if you’d like to share a pic of your environs in the comments, the venue is yours.
Oh, and PS — here’s a view out my front window in mid-autumn: