"I'm just going to write because I can't help it."- Charlotte Brontë


Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Doof, doof.

Not happy.

This morning's writing was scuppered by loud volume, house-piercing, bone-shaking, bass sound waves from next door. I can block out many things (ear plugs help) but not those low-frequency, super long wavelengths that literally break and enter, then physically assault you.

Over the past month, there have been a few such doofie sound invasions. For now, I'm classing these over the top bass sessions as a Recent Development, and filing them under Real Life. However, should they continue to contaminate my writing time, I'll have to move them back to a folder labelled Real Problem.

*Sigh* If only I had a castle on a hill with a moat on Pluto.

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