Do you not work with music playing? I usually have something playing through speakers or have headphones on, either way I can't hear any key clicks. Most people I suggest this to have an issue with concentrating, but the key is not to listen to music with words. I find electronic music works best for me. Something with a good beat and tune which you can just bob your head to as you write. Alternatively try classical or epic music, they both work well. I wouldn't dream of doing any work (or anything really) without music unless I was listening to something else. My ears need occupying.
I'll give that a try. I have a nice set of Sennheisers that I could employ. Bought them when I worked in a cubical farm and the overall noise was distracting.
Speaking of which, that reminds me of a story, if you will allow me to drivel on...
When I was working for a BIG company a colleague approached me sporting a new set of headphones. The two of us were charged with taking a business trip, so he went out and purchased a set of noise-cancelling headphones for the plane ride.
I feigned dull interest in his new toy, nodding approvingly at the new fangled contraption in his palms and wished him to go away.
The next day we are off on our business trip and we each take our seats aboard the aircraft, stuffed our junk under our seats, kicking and pushing coats and bags under the seat since the overhead bins were full of elephant trunk sized luggage.
Takeoff! we are in the air and wheels go up. Finally the engines cut back and we enter cruise mode. Ted, my traveling companion is located one seat behind me. Double luck! Not only can't he talk to me, but he has those new headphones to keep him occupied. I can't believe my good fortune.
Let me digress a bit and explain Ted. Ted is a remarkable person. He is extremely bright and a most capable engineer, but the running bet within our team is how long Ted will keep talking after you have cut his head off.
Mid flight things begin to fall apart. The steady, and what I consider meditative drone of the engines, suddenly is interrupted by someone singing. This off-tune singing goes on for several minutes.
I begin to notice a change in what the Japanese call
Wa. Essentially Wa is a subjective measure of harmony. I am not sure if there is an actual scale for Wa, but if there was it appeared to be hovering somewhere near zero.
I unbuckled my seat belt so I could turn around. The first thing that caught my attention as I pivoted in my seat was the number of sour faces that were meeting mine.
Ah, something is afoot!
It turns out it was Ted, eyes closed, blissfully singing, off key, totally unaware of his environment with his noise-cancelling headphones perched on his head.
I saw this moment as a call to action. Not only for my own sense of Wa, but for my fellow travelers' as well. I was about to be a hero.
"Ted! Ted!" I yelled, knowing that I would have full emotional support from those around me. Normally I am not the kind of guy that makes a scene in public, but I felt a sense of duty here.
Ted's eyes fluttered open as he greeted me with surprise.
"Ted, are those your noise cancelling headphones?" I shouted.
Ted's face lit up with a surprised glee, realizing I had recognized his new toy.
"Yes!" he said with great pride, pulling them off.
"They're not working!!!"