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The Sounds of Writing

September 10, 2018 by Christopher Gronlund 2 Comments

Neon sign reading "You are what you listen to."It’s not uncommon for me to chat with other writers and have the conversation steer toward this question:

What do you listen to when you write?

Even some writers I didn’t expect to lose themselves in the question have a playlist on hand — sometimes with a link to Spotify. (Leaving me to wonder if it’s something they saw others do, so they decided to give it a try…or maybe it was something done at the request of an agent: “Spotify playlists are big right now. Come up with something you feel defines your novel in music.“)

Enjoy the Silence

You know I love silence if you read more than a handful of entries, here.

My ideal writing session is, at most, accompanied by the sound of the air conditioner or heater.

This poem sums up my favorite writing times:

4:17 a.m.

I stop writing when I hear a creak in the kitchen,
thinking my wife may have risen as early as me today,
but no further sounds come from that side of the apartment.
(Were I superstitious, I'd chalk it up to ghosts.)

I sit and listen for a moment, to a baseboard shift,
and something outside the front door pop in the breeze.
Sometimes a single plate vibrates in a kitchen cabinet,
driving me mad for days until I find it.

This time of the year, when the heat comes and
all the doors are loose in their frames,
a vibration expands and contracts in the walls,
as though the apartment were breathing.

It's then that I'm aware of my own breathing--
The slight rasp from a decent-enough night's sleep
that could have gone on a few more hours.

But this is when I write: when only the apartment is awake --
its bones having settled through the night like my own,
just long enough to rest before the sun rises and a new day begins.

The vibrating in the walls stops as the room takes a breath
and the air conditioner grunts and exhales.
It mutes all the soft sounds of the apartment
heard only in the early dark of morning.

I pull my shoulders back, creaking for a moment like the kitchen,
and then I lose myself again to the sound of typing...

* * *

But I do listen to things other than silence…

The Ambient March

I’ve mentioned this ambient track before.

I made it one evening while dozing on the couch after dinner.

The fan was whirring and the dishwasher was slapping its cadence.

It’s a sound I like so much that I made a 30-minute sound file out of it!

What I love about it: when I can’t write in silence, this blocks out the world. That it’s 30 minutes and also works like a timer is an added bonus by design.

Lately…

Lately, Neon Hotel’s Means of Knowing has been the thing I listen to when I can’t write in silence, but want to block out the world.

Mellow droning that hits the spot. (Although, I’ll confess: the organ/keyboard thing that creeps into the background of “Lift” isn’t my thing.)

Drop that from the playlist, and you have a perfect background album.

The Current Book

Schubert’s String Quartet No. 14 (“Death and the Maiden”) plays a part in my current work in progress.

I don’t listen to it much while writing, but if you go to the 23:37 mark and listen until roughly the 25:00 mark…an important scene early in the story plays out as the main character hears the work for her first time.

Not as Much Music These Days

There was a time in my life — like many people when they are younger — that I’d say music partially defined me. Or, perhaps a more accurate description would be that in music, I found sounds I felt an almost symbiotic relationship to.

These days, I rarely listen to music. When I drive, I prefer silence. When I write, I prefer silence. In most things I do, I prefer silence.

Unfortunately, the world is not a silent place; in fact, it seems louder all the time.

And so…when the world warbles its cacophony, I respond with the sound of a dishwasher and fan…or melodic droning that keeps the world on the farthest side of my thoughts.

Violin and sheet music.

* * *

Neon Sign photo: Mohammad Metri.

Violin photo: Jordan Mixson.

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Comments

  1. Paul says

    September 11, 2018 at 6:23 pm

    I write in such silence that I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.

  2. Christopher Gronlund says

    September 14, 2018 at 9:56 am

    Those are great writing conditions right there!

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