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[annathepiper]

Went home early from work yesterday because I wasn't feeling well--possibly due to some sort of allergic reaction, or yesterday's craptacular weather. I've had the itchy/watery eyes and sneezing thing going on, and taking some cold & allergy type generic-Sudafed-clone meds seemed to help. So did curling up under my nice fleece-and-flannel blanket, having some tea, and a hot bath.

And now it's Friday, finally, which is a relief. I could use me a nice quiet weekend to get some writing done. I was pleased to get my 500 words in last night, though they were a bit of a slog. It may well have helped that I was making another pass through the Firefly soundtrack at the time--which tells me that instrumental music is something to which I can write. I don't think I could write to something with vocals, unless perhaps the songs were in a language I don't know. Stuff I can sing I think would be too distracting.

Slowly working my way through a book called A Season for the Dead by David Hewson. More on this when I'm done.

And I bought two books on my way home yesterday: Last Girl Dancing by Holly Lisle, since I liked her Midnight Rain. And Hidden Secrets by Cait London, on impulse, mostly because it's set in Washington State and that drew me. Anybody read her before?

Thursday miles: 4.0
Friday morning miles: 1.6
Miles out of Hobbiton: 655.05
Miles out of Rivendell: 197.05
Miles to Lothlórien: 266.95

Comments

[morgie.livejournal.com]

I've read C. London. Not very enamoured of her recent things, but I liked some of her old things. If you want to know which, I'll find out after work.

[annathepiper]

Sure why not. :)

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

I find that, when I'm at home, I can barely work to any kind of sound at all, even the dishwasher. Music with lyrics in English is RIGHT OUT. And yet, when I'm out at Starbucks or B&N, I can write to anything. Don't know why.

Back in college, I used to play Andreas Vollenweider's Down to the Moon when I was studying my Greek flashcards, and then play the music in my head during tests. To this day, when I hear that music, I want to rush out and conjugate a verb in the aorist tense or the optative mood or something.

[annathepiper]

LOL! Congratulations, you made me laugh out loud with that.

Odd indeed that your brain processes the noise situation differently at home vs. out in public. If I had to take a stab at it, I'd guess perhaps that if you're in public you're more used to filtering out the ambient noise made by others?

[dr-pretentious.livejournal.com]

That, maybe, and/or that, when I'm at home, I'm surrounded by things I'm responsible for cleaning, filing away, folding, returning to the library, etc. There's all the psychic noise of uncompleted domestic tasks. When I'm writing in a cafe, there might still be a little clutter, or a spill, but it's Not My Problem.

[annathepiper]

That makes sense. If there are tasks I need to do at home, such as playing the bills, I have to get those out of the way before I can feel like I'm free to write!