Bruce was humming as he typed on his computer keyboard and it was driving his roommate crazy.
“Can you shut the fuck up?” Harris barked at him. “Please?”
“I’m making it hum,” Bruce said. “That’s what the editors want. It says so in the writer’s guidelines. Make it tight. Make it hum. So I’m making it hum.”
Harris sighed. “They want the story to hum, you idiot, not the writer.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Bruce said. “But this is how I get into it. Mind your own business.”
He went back to work, typing and humming.