Well, uh I don't even know if I should write this but...
This is what I know.
Don't we all write stories because we love writing it or drawing it?
And plus, why does you need to live in someone shoes to write about something? It's sad, you know.
You know, where are those stories came from?
Imagination.
Without imagination, most stories would feel dead (uh, did you get the point? I don't exactly know how to explain it).
The thing is, you could write whatever you want if you have your pen or pencil or keyboard or phone if you had that one thing. Imagination.
I'm an Asian whose atm writing a story about a mute gay European (likely) prices that feel rejected (somewhat?) by everyone in some fairytale settings(no, its not up in tapas yet), which, seriously I know no s*it about.
But I do know that feeling. Rejected by society. So I did put a bit of myself inside the story I write.
You could say that I am somebody who because of... life (yeah...) couldn't go anywhere (somewhat), and don't know anything about the outside world (?).
That's why I do my research on Google, Wikipedia, yahoo answer, YouTube, random website and blog, dictionaries (yes, English based dictionaries)...
But when whatever I want to write couldn't be found anywhere online, I have to decide to wether I should take it off completely from the story where it would affect the characters, or not. If I decide to just go 's*rew it', then its time for my imagination to take over.
I have tons of writing prompts up in my binder (?) That's come from, well, my imagination.
Most of it is unrelated to me, but at some point, I understand that most of it have some part of me inside. And yeah, most if it is pretty much f*cked up stories ideas, but I have the feeling that 'I understand', if it's made any sense to you.
If there's a day when you couldn't write stories because you know nothing about since you're not 'experience' it, I would be very devastated.
The thing is, when you are a person like me who have nothing except my imagination and ms.word and medibang in my android, living s*ck. Because I have nothing. Nothing.
I'm not even a very good artist or storyteller, but I did it anyway, because in this life of mine, that's the only good things i have in my life.
I don't know if my point get crossed or not since my English is as bad as you can see but I hope you understand what I'm feeling. I'm sorry if you think I'm just ranting unnecessarily. I've been thinking too much how to write this I don't know anymore.