Everybody has ideas. The vital question is, what do you do with them? My rock musician sons shape their ideas into music. My sister takes her ideas and fashions them into poems. My brother uses his ideas to help him understand science. I take my ideas and turn them into stories.
Every night, I was read to. Every Friday, we were taken to the library. I always received at least one book for my birthday. I have a few of them yet. Early on, I had my own collection of books. I loved to read. Still do.
A lot of people think inspiration means magic. But really, inspiration means to put life into something.
When I went to high school, I wanted to be a designer of airplanes. But flunking out of the science high school brought me to a small private school that provided some of the attention I needed. I got it when an English teacher insisted I get some help with my writing. I did get help, and that help led me to think that I might become a writer.
In elementary school, I did well in science, but I was a poor writer. When I got to high school, I failed all my courses.