There’s a very good reason why I don’t listen to music while writing.
Take this post, for instance. All I had to do was draw two names. But I’m listening to Christmas songs (Neil Diamond, to be holly-specific about it) and I keep stopping to sing along with Neil.
And then I have to remember what I’m writing and the music starts again and I begin to type to the beat and before you know it–Oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining. It is the night of our dear Savior’s birth…
D’oh. The winners are Linda Schueler for Sneaky Art and Debra Mayhew for the Rainy Day Pack! Thanks for all of your comments and I’ll be in touch as soon as I finish singing.
Oh night…when Christ was born. Oh night, oh holy night…Oh night divine.
I can’t listen to music with lyrics. It stops my writing, diverts my attention. (“Hot August Night”–an oldie–is my favorite album by him.)