Last night I was bit by the writing bug, and cranked out 500 words on a new project, but I have no idea if it will go anywhere.
I seem to do a lot of that lately. It isn't exactly writer's block, since I'm not under any obligation to write anything at the moment.
A big part of writing is mood. With each book, I've had something of a soundtrack to facilitate creativity.
Battle Officer Wolf was written while listening to Enya's Amarantine album, over and over again.
For much of A Man of Destiny, I had a Star Wars mix of the darker ("imperial") pieces playing.
I had a special mix as well for Vampires of Michigan, which drew heavily from the Blood and Chocolate soundtrack. (Yes, I know that movie was about werewolves, so sue me.)
Long Live Death didn't really have a soundtrack. I just wrote it in a manic frenzy perhaps sensing the parallels between the faltering Second Spanish Republic and our own.
As for my other books, there was nothing specific, though Three Weeks with the Coasties sometimes caused me to look up the music that was popular at the time.
In any event, 2020 is winding down and so it will soon be time for me to start my 2021 book.
Perhaps instead of thinking about topics, I need to think about music?