I just keep thinking, I have no stories to tell. So I used to listen, listen hard and collect other peoples' stories and share them: the woman at the video store who broke up with her high school sweetheart; the cousin's girlfriend who found her sister she never know she had when she was in her 60's; my friend who first flew in a plane in the 1920's and has been to China 6 times. I collected their stories and held them tight like treasures.
But I'm forgetting things now. I can't hold something that was just told to me. So I start sereptiously taking notes; not letting on that I'm collecting stories. Really, they can't see me jotting things down!? I'm terrified I'll be called out and exposed as a story thief; imposter.
I gather bits and pieces of oddball tales, mix them with little ditties from my own life and maybe, if I can write fast enough before I forget, I'll get a story written.