"Eden is that old-fashioned house
we dwell in every day
Without suspecting our abode
until we drive away."
I have a friend who makes facebook posts of comical family blurbs, primarily produced by her own son. As I read yet another gem this morning, this time because the young man in question had stuffed his pants with packing peanuts because he liked the way they crunched when he walked, I considered what a wealth of material this mom was sitting on. She's not a writer, as far as I know, but if she was, she would have to look no further than her own house for excellent ideas. As they say, write what you know.
How about you? As a writer, do you sometimes feel like the greener ideas grow on the other side of the fence? Do you need to take a close look at your own life for the unsuspected writing riches that are right under your nose?