Music and I have a funny relationship when it comes to writing.
I didn’t think that the two were acquainted until I stopped listening to music completely (but that is a different story). The well of words slowly dried up, and finding them became a chore. Sitting at the desk left me restless.
Writing is such a bodiless occupation. It transports your mind elsewhere, consumes everything, and it’s easy to neglect the body in the process. I realized I use music to reconnect.
Sometimes in the summer months, I’ll walk home with my ear buds in, hardly paying attention to the music. It makes the walk go faster, a background to my thoughts, muting the unimportant ones: deadlines, what to cook for dinner. Somehow, the joyful ones, the obscene ones, the terrifying ones, the reckless ones, manage to get through. Read More Theresa Bazelli on Music and Writing