I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said, “that’s what I want too.
A Farewell to Arms, Ernest Hemingway

That’s what dries a writer up (we all dry up. That’s no insult to you in person) not listening. That is where it all comes from. Seeing, listening. You see well enough. But you stop listening. Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt use it—don’t cheat with it.
Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald dated 10 May 1934 

Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.

Ernest Hemingway once won a bet by crafting a six-word short story, that can make people cry. Here it is.