Unfortunately ours have a very productive lizard corner and I don't know why the lizards keep COMING INTO THE PLACE WHERE THEIR COMRADES DISAPPEAR FROM.
Ask a hundred writers where their stories come from and you'll get two hundred answers, and even more stories. And that's not even the big ones. The ones we build over a lifetime, the ones we dream, and weave throughout our lives, that we always come back to, working and reworking. These stories come from everywhere. They are. They build on all the other stories, all the tropes and moments and feelings, every random bit of life that takes its chance to sing to us.