Music has always had such a profound affect on my life. It touches my soul and infiltrates my moods and thoughts. I can be instantly swept up in the ebb and flow of classical music, remembering childhood moments with my father as we listened to Beethoven, Bach, and other classical composers. I love the Aries of opera and musicals like "Madam Butterfly," "Phantom of the Opera," and "Les Miserable." I enjoy a good waltz, fox trot, and the like since my husband and I were on the ballroom dance team together in college. I can see in my mind's eye my Jr. high and high school years while listening to the music of the day, and yes, I have to admit, I am moved by music in movies, feeling fear during intense scenes or sadness when something has gone terribly wrong. I love the beats of contemporary music which my children bring home and blast out in my living room, though sometimes not the lyrics. So, it is no wonder that I use music to write. I have put together different CDs for inspiration and when they are played, I am immediately transplanted to a different place and time. I can envision the landscapes I am writing about, the atmosphere, the people, and the circumstances. I feel the new world all around me. Music is such a powerful tool.