Yesterday, after a marathon binge watch of the Star Wars movies, my children finally left the living room. TV off. Pure silence. I hardly knew what to do with myself. Usually I write with noise because, well, kids. I’m at this difficult spot in my novel, which always comes in the second act for me, and at which point I always claim to have a mild case of writer’s block.
Turns out, I have a mild case of lack of self-discipline. The silence miraculously allowed me to hear my thoughts more deeply. It allowed me to hear more of my thoughts. Turned out, I had plenty of ideas for ramping up the conflict in my novel, there was just too much noise drowning them out.
So ten minutes later when the kids came barreling back in and clamoring for the remote, I went momma-hulk on them and shouted, “This is a quiet room! No TV!”
It’s okay, they’re used to me.
Anyway, maybe silence doesn’t work for you, but if you’ve never tried it, why not give it a shot? It’s really hard for me to let go of my comforting noises, but once I do, I’m finding it so much easier to connect with the voices in my head.