envy

If there's one thing I envy in other writers, it is being able to enjoy music while they do their writing. If I listen to a song, the words of the song intrude into what I'm trying to write. If I listen to music without lyrics, the melody interferes with the rhythm and pace of my sentences. So when I do write, I'm stuck with silence. That can be disconcerting, especially late at night or very early in the morning. And by early I do mean early (most of my last novel was written in sessions that began at around four a.m.) Somehow the whole business would seem a lot less solitary if I could listen to the radio, or put on a C.D.
It's a minor complaint, though, in the scheme of things. Writing is mostly a pleasure.
Only two days to go now to the publication of The Magdalena Curse ... a nervous time.