I listen to a lot of music while I’m writing. I have mixes I’ve come up with over the years, they range in variety and texture. I’ve named my mixes, because it’s what my sister and I always used to do. Make each other these mixed tapes, cd’s and call them wonderfully ridiculous things. For example: Mountain songs, Songs to Sing, For the Road, Hippie on a Bike with a cockatoo #3. Today, I put on an old cd I haven’t listened to in a long while, something I had hastily, lamely named For the Rain.