It’s been suggested that as I work on a script that I play tapes of music from the period I am writing about. To get into the mood of the time. And sometimes I do. But there is something about classical music. Something enveloping in the intertwining rhythms. Something in the blends and harmonies of vastly different instruments reaches for richer meanings in my writing.

The effect is subtle. I am not truly aware of what is being stirred in my mind. Or of what connections are being made with memories or experiences or the flow of words. But if I ever create a best seller, I will need to mail my local classical radio station a substantial check in gratitude for what is going on around and within me as it plays.

For me, it is one of the joys of writing to have created a personality with the gumption to yell at me. Not so much fun when characters in my non-writing life contradict or holler at me, though.