I didn’t realise it until today. Well, tell a lie, I did kind of realise it before but never explored it. I have accompanied my husband to university as I wanted to get out of the house. I’m sure you will agree when you have been feeling ill, staying inside all day can drive you insane. So the change of scenery was most welcome. Also it is the third day in a row that I have left the house, I think it is good to try to get some fresh air as much as possible, even if it is only for a walk. It just becomes impossible when your head is getting to know the toilet quite intimately on a more-than-daily basis. Anyway, where was I? Rob only has an improvisation class for an hour and a half so I thought I would tag along and hide in the computer lab on the Macs. Rob studies music so I am in the music department and as I type this I can hear the most beautiful tune being played on a grand piano. Outside the weather is tipping it down, yet I feel like I am sitting in a forest under a tree, listening to all the natural sounds going on around me. If Rob was to see me now he would call me a hippy, not that he doesn’t anyway.
I never realised how much music is inspirational to my writing, at times, even integral. My mind is going crazy with stories and poems, the possibilities. You must think I’m mad but to re-discover how much I enjoy listening to certain types of music while writing is a revelation. Back when I attended university, I would turn on Spotify and listen to movie soundtracks and instrumental pieces as I found it really helped get my creative juices flowing. I am definitely going to listen to a bit more classical music whilst I’m writing, especially stuff with pianos. There’s just that Je ne sais pas quoi about the piano that J’adore. At one end it can sound booming and dramatic while at the other it’s as quiet as a mouse’s footsteps. I wish I could play the piano, I did learn the keyboard for about a year but my teacher went a little crazy and left so it kind of put me off. Maybe I will take it up again sometime. There is an old piano sitting downstairs in the dining room at the house… Hmmm
*Edit* I am now back at the house with Rob after a nightmare of a bus journey, why do buses always smell? He’s doing an assignment where he has to write about Adele’s Rolling in the Deep and he has it on repeat! I want to kill him! In the nicest way! Never thought I would get annoyed with Adele’s voice but I swear if she sings rolling in the deep one more time…AHHHHHHHHH!!!