Yesterday, I met a guy who asked me what I wanted to do for a living. I told him that I wanted to be an author. Excited, he asked, “Where do you get your ideas?”
“Well,” I said, kind of uncertainly, “I get a lot of stuff from my regular life…”
“You mean, like real world stuff? So, you don’t actually write fiction?”
“Well, I do, but there’s real stuff mixed in there too.” I could tell that this answer confused him, but I wasn’t sure how to answer his question.
We were both working, so he had to leave soon after that. Still, for a long time after, I thought about it. Where did my ideas come from? Continue reading