An old Guess Who song playing on the radio on my drive to work recently brought it home to me that music has fueled my writers' imagination since before I even knew what writing was. I didn't realize writing stories was an active thing I could do until I was nine years old; at the time this song had regular airplay I was only a second-grader, making up things my cousins and I could play with our stuffed animals. Something about the lyrics of the Guess Who's “Raindance” will always bring me back to the scenario of a tiny stuffed rabbit named Hopper (real in our imaginations) trying to prevent the assassination of Abraham Lincoln.
Yes, I was a weird kid, and probably am an even weirder adult. I even find myself daydreaming in the realms of my favorite books while listening to music during my dayjob commute; there are several songs at the moment that always evoke Preston and Child's Diogenes Pendergast for me. Some of these overlap with music that puts me in mind of a mystery work I'm planning currently, while others put me in mind of another planned novel about the reincarnation of Jonathan Swift and one of his little girlfriends. In fact, for most of the things I've written, I can point to the music that helped inspire them. For instance, The White Squirrel, which my short piece More Than the Quest is something of a teaser for, owes a great debt to the Fleetwood Mac and Rumours albums.