I listen to music when I write. I can’t write in silence, a) because I find the quiet just as distracting as random noise, and b) because it doesn’t exist. Certainly not in a house filled with three roaring boys and a chatty cat. It doesn’t exist today; the neighbours are having their garden landscaped (concrete mixer, angle grinder, Radio One). Some years ago I invested in a pair of noise-cancelling headphones to combat the headaches I was getting from a series of trans-Atlantic flights.
I can’t listen to music with lyrics, though. One minute you’re typing merrily away, the next you’re thinking ‘what the hell is a sanhedralyte*?’. So my diet pretty much consists of classical music, dark ambient, or soundtracks. Over the coming days, as I try to bend the WIP to my will, I’ll be listing some of my favourites†. I’ll also be providing a word count for the day in the hope it spurs me to break the back of the novel this month.
There will be no order of preference. Here’s today’s choice:
Batman Begins (Hans Zimmer & James Newton)
Downbeat, muscular, achingly beautiful.
Standout track: Lasiurus
* Ask Simon le Bon. I bet he doesn’t know either.
† Not a displacement activity. Nope. Uh-huh. Honest.