Inspiration can definitely come from a bad experience. When a garbage truck parked under our window and started compacting trash in the middle of the night, it woke me up. The only thing I felt inspired to do was to go down to the street and tell the sanitation workers to please park their truck under someone else’s window the next night. But then I saw the garbage truck. It had an old couch in its hopper and was slowly and LOUDLY crunching that couch as if it were eating it up. All of a sudden, I wasn’t mad any more. I was inspired to stay and watch until that whole couch disappeared into the gut of that garbage truck and I knew I was going to try to write about it.