Are futon's the new source of inspiration?

I spent the majority of my week and weekend sick on my futon in my room at the Delta house. While I was sitting around, feeling terrible, I called up my mom, and she filled me in on her life and the latest news about my father and siblings. After chatting for a while, I hung up the phone and felt like I had been hit with thousands of new stories and bulks of new information I had missed while at school. After I hung up I began to realize that the simplest of things inspire a person to write. When my mother and I had finished talking, I began to wonder and almost critically analyze all the new information that was processing in my head. I do not consider myself the most creative of people, nor do I consider myself the greatest writer either, however I definitely pushed my limits this past week with writing. I do take 2 different English classes (because I messed up my scheduling and now need to take at least 2 or 3 English classes for the rest of my semesters at SLU) and this week, within these classes I think I wrote some of my favorite two pieces of writing that I’ve done in a while, while sitting on my futon. And when I say favorite I don't mean they are grammatically correct, appeasing to the general audience, or lyrically poetic. I mean the topics were personal, true and important, and they seemed to have left a resonating sense of relief on me. I wrote about some of the “news” my mom passed on to me about our family, friends, or neighbors. I felt better releasing these stories to an audience, writing about these people, but the audience never really knowing who exactly I am writing about. Now I have got a glimpse at why authors do write about such deeply personal issues. It really can be a release valve for some people. I now know that and have experienced a fraction of it, and I thank this class for pushing me to try something new.