I am sure all writers are asked how they get their ideas for stories or poems. Unless you have experienced the wonderful nudge from your own muse it is difficult to explain. My muse sits on my shoulder and suddenly I am writing again full of enthusiasm. From my Denagerie of Poems:
My muse leads me a merry dance, she draws me on and then perchance,
drops a thought right in my brain and I am set to write again.
She is a comfort and elusive, mostly comfort. Back in wind torn Dorset once more I a set to write and edit another sift of poetry in readiness for my second book of poems. Best wishes to all writers and may your muse be kind to you.