Ever since I was four, I told stories to my sister when it was dark and she couldn't sleep. In the daytime, I was constantly thinking up stories to play out. And then at night the process would repeat itself. Telling stories wasn't a chore then, just as it isn't now. It was just something I had to do. Now, sixteen years later, the bedtime stories are now so routine that if I can't think of a story when bedtime comes, I will not fall asleep.
Reading was used as a means to find ideas to progress my stories. Exercise is an excuse to think of story ideas. Everything for me is just another excuse to find story ideas. Pathetic? Probably. But whatever.
And writing? Well... I had to transcribe my stories somehow. Writing is just the most convenient way.
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