noise 22 May 2008
I have always thought I could write anywhere, as long as I had a souped-up laptop and a bit of inspiration. Noise doesn’t necessarily distract me or bother me overly. I remember sitting at my bro and sis-in-law’s table in Saff Land’n tapping away while swatting off small ketchupy hands (their kids’ mitts not the bro’s nor the sis-in-law’s) during parts of at least the first 3 novels I wrote. With the right will/drive/terror of a deadline I can function pretty well anywhere. And when your writing hours and times are as seemingly random as mine that’s a good thing. (I will insist on that parallel acting career and so take jobs that eat a bit into the time available and am my own worst enemy, as an author – on the plus side I am out and about and learning all sorts which may or may not be usable in the writing career…swings/roundabouts?). But music is a different problem altogether and I have found recently that the iPod is a menace (well, iTouch as it is in my own case). I seem to want to really listen to the darn music, sometimes even sing along with it*. And once I start, even just listening on (say) the short journey over and back to the supermarket, I am lost for a while. It’s not just the time spent listening, it seems to wreck my concentration also and I’m not quite sure why. It lingers. It scrambles the mind. So, I am off the wretched and wonderful device (iTouch) while the muse is still with me and probably until the buke is done…I miss it already…
*badly
