I know so many writers who claim that they need absolute silence in order to write. I used to be one of them.
As I write this, we’re having a hardwood floor refinished in the room directly above my office.
If you’ve never had a floor redone, I envy you. You probably still have your hearing.
It turns out that old hardwood boards are incredibly acoustic. And if you grind on them with two-ton industrial vacuum-equipped sanders, you get what is quite possibly one of the loudest sounds in the known universe.
It’s a noise so painfully loud, you can plug your ears and shout to the person next to you, and they don’t even know you’re there. A 747 could land on my front lawn, and I wouldn’t know.
Right now, there are probably people at NASA scratching their heads over the cosmic feedback spewing from these machines.