Monday Morning Noise Invasion


Well, another week, more drilling. And this time, it’s loud. Not just, “Gee, that’s a sound that I can hear,” but more like “Oh, that’s a sound I can feel.” I’ve got in my handy-dandy earplugs, but they don’t seem to be cutting it today.

I’d go work somewhere else, but I’m hopeless at it. I can’t help it, I’m people-watcher by nature, and it’s irresistible for me to see the drama unfolding in front of me, even if that drama entails the stricken face of someone dealing with a laptop on its last battery legs. Or someone else unsure of the temperature of her coffee. I’m pretty easily distracted.

And besides, it’s not as though coffee shops are temples of silence. There are usually a few people talking into their cellphones, voices raised to combat the scourge of spotty connections. I’d tune them out, but I’m not well-versed in the art of untuning. Then there are the conversations, though those can fade into a murmur more easily, somehow, than the ones on a phone. And coating it all is the music, the kind that’s supposed to be background, yet always demands prime cortex real estate.

I will tough it out. I mean, we all have to suffer for our art, right? Besides, these guys have to go home eventually. I think.

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It’s Like a Tap Dance of Pounding


I get headaches, sometimes migraines, though I’m not sure that’s what it is today. Meanwhile, the work on my building continues, making me unsure of whether the pounding is coming from inside or outside of my head. At one point, they seemed to go in rhythm, the hammering through the walls and the hammering through my skull.

Fun times.

It’s not even particularly loud noise today. It’s only persistent, but that’s the thing with persistent sound, it’s tough to drown it out.

Of course the tricky bit is that the words I need also lurk inside my skull, it’s it’s a lot like the pounding is keeping them in there, locking them in where they multiply and grow. Maybe the problem is that there are too many words inside, stuck, trapped, and they’re trying to get out. Maybe this kind of writer’s block is the source of most headaches.

I’ve fired up a fan, and hopefully the cooling my circuits will be just the thing I need to end the pounding inside. Outside, unfortunately, will last until the job is done.

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