A friend once asked me how I came up with ideas for my writing. I found it diffcult to answer as I had not considered why or how I thought of things to write as they just came to me, seemingly at random. Of course we are the product of all that we were when we were born and everything that has happened to us since. It isn’t only about being interested in the world, both big and small, but in storing away the incidental overheard conversations in the back of our minds then, without notice they come forward and there is the start of a poem or a story. I ended up by saying to my friend that if you are interestd in a subject then your enthusiasm will translate to the reader.
If we write for ourselves then perhaps all we may hope is that some others will join us on the journey.