Okay, I'm (almost) totally linked out for this week. I have no lists or recommendations. There's only one thing on my mind: the work in progress.
Today and tomorrow are writing days. Darling husband is playing bridge this afternoon and all day tomorrow, so the house will be quiet.
I love quiet.
Quiet is the early morning in my neighborhood after a heavy snowfall. Quiet is a Snowy Range mountain lake in Wyoming before tourist season begins. Quiet is my house when I'm here alone.
Some folks write to music. I don't do that because I stop whenever I hear a song I like and I listen, sometimes singing along. I've been known to hop up and dance when Cyndi Lauper belts out Girls Just Want to Have Fun. The last time I had a long writing session scheduled, I even noticed the rhythm of pounding hammers as workmen installed a new roof two houses from mine. I was distracted every time the beat changed.
Some people write with talk radio or television cable news as white noise. Not me. If there's a debate or discussion, I listen to it.
Some writers work in a coffee shop. I can't do that either. I listen to nearby conversations, listen to what customers order, listen to the music playing in the background.
The only noise in my house at this moment is the hum of my computer and the click of the keys. Those are sounds I can handle.
Now you know how I'm spending my weekend. What do you have planned?