As a follow-up to my post The Introverted Writer, today I am going to talk about silence. Ssshhhh!
A couple of weeks ago I had the luxury of a whole day at home on my own, with nothing to do but write. When my partner arrived at the end of the day, he asked, “Have you been sitting there all day writing in silence, without the radio on or anything?”, and I replied, “Yes, and it was wonderful!”. I really do enjoy silence, beyond just needing a bit of quiet to concentrate on writing. I don’t need silence all the time, I can go to a loud music concert and love it, and when I’m in the car, or pottering in the kitchen, I always have the radio or some CDs on. But silence is where I go to recharge my batteries.
I consider myself to be fairly easygoing, but if anything is going to irritate me, it will generally be noise-related. I find very loud people difficult to be around, even if they are people who I like very much, I can only take them in small doses before I’m screaming inside. If there is any kind of repetitive noise going on, or an unidentifiable noise, it will really get to me. Or if people are making noise that I consider unnecessary, like tapping something, or fiddling with something that makes a noise, I can feel my stress levels rising. And why, oh why do people not have the same respect for silence in libraries that they used to? Hmm, maybe I’m not as easygoing as I like to think…
I grew up in London, and I do love the hustle and bustle of a busy city, but now I live in a quiet village and I really appreciate the silent moments. Sometimes I like to take a cup of coffee out back, just to sit for a while, and depending on the time of day, it can sometimes be very silent. And that silence is beautiful.
I know many people who can’t bear silence, they always have to have some kind of noise going on. My daughter is very much like that, she enjoys, and generates, a lot of noise, and my partner almost always has music, or a podcast playing wherever he is. My son is more like me, he’s quiet, and he’ll complain about noises bothering him when he’s trying to sleep or concentrate on something.
On my post about the introverted writer, the comments were pretty unanimous, almost every writer who commented agreed that they too considered themselves to be somewhat introverted and/or shy out in the real world. So now I wonder, does enjoyment of silence go hand in hand with the introverted personality type?
Do you enjoy silence for itself, not just as a means to concentrate on writing?