This is how it is. Beg. Borrow. Cast about for any edge to take a hook: anecdotes, throwaways, everything your friends forget. Scavenge the jetsam of conversation and test it all for steel.
Writing is an act of self-preservation, and of self-indulgence, but it doesn’t have to be a selfish act. If it ever is, you’ll stop. Don’t stop. Don’t forget that what you’ve done rests on the offhand grace of your peers, your betters and the great heaving, breathing, sharp-cornered language you call home.
This is how it is. Scrounge. Steal. Transform it, and give it back.