When I write, I need silence. But when I sit and stare at my computer, thinking about what I want to write, I need music. Here’s what I was listening to while I wrote my novel.
What’s my novel about, you ask? Teenagers. Punk rock. Small towns. Religion. Kissing. Not kissing. A megalomaniac. Heartbreak. Being saved.
My thinking time was fueled often by the music of my youth. Go figure.