I was on Facebook the other day (yes, *instead* of writing) and came across this survey: What music do you listen to when you write? As you can imagine, the answers were all over the place, and the comments were as well. One comment in particular stuck with me: “I don’t listen to music. It occupies the creative centers of the brain and prevents me from writing.”
Huh. Weird, right? I had always been under the impression that listening to music served as a focus. Unless it was music with lyrics. At that point, I’ll start singing along and the kids will come in and tell me to stop torturing squirrels, it’s too loud, the neighbors are beginning to complain, and the police have been called. I really don’t understand why; I have a beautiful singing voice.
