I recently read Cormac McCarthy's The Road, and there is one scene, brief as a flash of light, that I can't get out of my mind... The moment when the man flicks open his lighter in the basement of a house and sees men and women chained up, waiting to be eaten by the owners of the house. I have been obsessed with this, rather than the characters or the actual plot of the book. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like, waiting to be eaten. Would you talk to the other people around you? Would you just sit and suffer personal torment? Would you be too weak to do anything? I decided I really wanted to write a story about people in that situation, unconnected to anything in McCarthy's novel, of course. So should I feel like a hack, a leecher or any other term describing someone who sucks their creativity from others? Or is this a normal way of getting an idea?