Here’s a writing confession:  I really like to write to music.  Have ever since I started working on my first short stories in the last century.  My wife, as a singer, has more sensitivity to sound than I do, so she finds doing creative work with music in the background maddening.

Me, I think it creates a kind of aural wall inside of which I huddle with the waking dreams.  When I’m on a roll, I rarely hear the music, but sometimes, when I lift my head from the keyboard, it’s kind of a refreshing surprise to remember how much I like that soundtrack (can’t go wrong with “Last of the Mohicians”) or that  old