Yeah...so no music for me.
But music does inspire me sometimes.
Like when Selena Gomez's song Naturally came out, I envisioned my book being played out during the song like a trailor for a movie (in slow motion and very dramatic of course). But then my mind took it a step further and envisioned Selena Gomez singing every song in the movie, and of course the movie would be a made-for-tv Disney flick starring none other than...Selena Gomez. And then I threw up in my mouth a little.
But, I do listen to music in my office at the library while I work. There, I have to have it. My boss and I can pretend we can sit in companionable silence, but in reality it's just that awesome awkward silence that happens when there is just two of you in a small space, with the clacking of keyboards and crunching of candy (okay, that would be me). So we listen to the radio.
But that's different. I have no one in the room with me when I write, and anything can be a distraction for me, including music (and coffee houses or libraries for that matter- those small sounds magnefy 100 times for me...which is interesting since I'm pretty much deaf).
Thats why I also can't write while Little Monster is awake because this is what happens when she is:
Me: (finally finished cleaning or watching a show, I creep into my room while Little Monster has been quietly playing for a whole 30 minutes...finally I can get some work done)
I hear a rush of wind next to my ear just as I open my laptop
Little Monster: (appearing out of nowhere- grinning at me, her face an inch from mine) Watchya doing?
Me: um, some work.
Little Monster: (hovers her chocolate-covered fingers over my keyboard (where'd she get the chocolate??) Can I have something to eat???
Me: Um...weren't you playing in the other room for like, 30 minutes while I was sitting on the couch? You could have asked me then.
Little Monster: (stands and just stares at me with that huge grin still plastered on her face) Can you write, 'I tooted' on your screen? (she breaks into hysterical laughter, flinging herself across me and my keyboard, successfully wiping out whatever I had written in the two seconds before she found me)
Me: (sighing) Okay, lets get you something to eat
Yeah, so no writing while other things are going on in my house.
So, my writing regime: I need complete silence, and basically for everyone to be either a)gone from the house, or b) asleep. So its a small window of opportunity, but I make it work. It's what I have to do for the time being, and I can deal with that.
So what's your regime? Do you listen to music while you work? Do you need to be alone, in your room with no distractions? Or can you go to a cafe or library and write there?