Its quite a slow burn when you are left to dangle in the wind alone for many odd years of your childhood and young adulthood life, then realizing how unaware and unguided you really are, but its too late.
I don't write for the passion of it, at least not primarily, I write for the fact that It is all I am confident at doing, if not dong it well.
I’ve been writing ever since I was thirteen but never got serious about until I turned the big two zero.
Funny that, when it comes to art, I actually attempted heavily at sketching first for a good while until I hit puberty, then my interest in writing was pretty much scaling down my sketching desire more and more until by my seventeenth birthday.
I pretty much stopped drawing altogether.