Maybe it’s a neurodivergent thing, but I always need something playing in the background whenever I am working, even more, when I am writing. For instance, I was working on my book today and for a change I thought I should listen to some white noise.
And nothing flowed, my mind just couldn’t function, it wandered and chose to take me to a random point in my past, a not so happy point, my mind loves to do that.
I tried deep breathing, then shallow breathing, then not breathing till my cat started staring weird at me.
I finally gave up and switched to the routine. Anything by Mike Flanagan.
That fellow is a liter-auteur and ignites my creativity like I am a direct descendent of Jane Austen.
So, I chose the third episode of the Hill House series, Theo’s version, her gift of the touch, that episode unlocks some really uncomfortable memories for me, and since I am writing about a girl, not very different from me, it opens all the floodgates.
So, in short, I let Mr. Flanagan’s world meet mine, a little blurry around the edges, but the perfect backdrop for the writer in me.
Fingers in symphony 