This is a piece of advice that is given to authors.
But who wants to read about the life of a 45 year old English woman, who lives in a house, in a small village, with her family and pets, with a limited circle of non-glamorous friends (with the exception of Mrs Day!) and to whom not a lot really happens.
Would you rather read about jet set lifestyles, exotic locations, high-flying careers, bank accounts with lots of zeros, characters with real dramas, conflict and problems that can only be overcome with their soul mate?
If I write about what I know, I limit myself and I limit my imagination.
If I write about what I have actually felt, I stifle my empathetic nature.
If I write about what I have experienced, I rein in my imagination.
So I write about what I know to be true somewhere, and I write about what I imagine being felt by someone and I write about things that are experienced the world over, but maybe just not my truth, my experience and my life.
The only thing that's not worth reading is a blank page. So just write. Anything. You. Want. Tx