For the past few weeks, I've been listening to Brad Paisley's "Wheelhouse" CD. Whereas, I usually, just throw it in, hit play and then log into my writing tasks at hand. And, when all the planets line up correctly, and it all goes so well, I find myself becoming oblivious to the music, while the minutes, words, sentences and paragraphs, clip by at a rapid succession.
Yet still, I'm sure, on a subconscious level, my spinning CD is propelling me forward, with inspiration from cool, cleaver, and thoughtfully written and sang lyrics.
Until, and only until, the final and most outstanding song comes across the airwaves, like a final farewell and a happy ending, all combined in one. Until, the next time, I start from the beginning all over again.
So, heck yeah, music moves me...
And as such, is always my not so silent writing partner.