Today's fun soundtrack is sexy-hot Tim McGraw. Hoo, babee. I especially LOVE "Red Ragtop." It takes me back to the days of my youth.

Some writers can't write to music with lyrics.

I need the words in the background. They block out the other stuff going on in my head. I think perhaps I'm a bit weird--oh, what the hey, I KNOW I'm weird--in that I work best in my cocoon of noise all around me.

As long as no one talks to me. Or asks me for something. Or needs my help.

Noise is good.

Need is not.

The delightful weird of work.

In my case, anyway.