Do you write while listening to music? Can you surive without something tinkling away in the background?
This used to be me. If I was writing an historical romance you could be sure to guess the period by the music drifting through the house. Ah, must be Middle Ages, she is playing that awful medieval music, John would think, but never say. I quite liked it. It is rather stirring.
I liked to play folk songs when I was writing about Victorian times, those ditties of love lost, of gruesome murder and all the terrible conditions that the poor suffered at that time. Quite inspirational. If I wanted to "hot" it up then there was the excellent Steeleye Span, pure magic.
For contemporary romance, well old blue eys really put me in the mood. If I heard Frank's delicious tones telling me that here was that rainy day again, then I was in a melting, slushy mood.
Now I have silence. I have changed completely. I like the sound of my fingers striking the keys, the bliss of seeing words form on pristine white paper.
If I am editing I might have Frank, or the Carpenters or Doris Day trilling in the background, but there is something about silence that really gets me...