I've been drawing since I could hold a crayon. My mother has old art of mine from when I was 3 or 4 years old and tried to draw a certain famous mouse. It looks like circles and scribbles, but it's concrete proof I was trying to draw the stuff in my head from pretty much as early as I had the motor skills to do so. Writing sort of happened organically alongside it, because I often babbled about what was happening in the pictures I was drawing, so from the start, there were stories attached.
I basically couldn't NOT do what I'm doing now. I don't know what else I would do.
What's weird is none of my immediate family is artistic. My dad is an engineer, my mom is a housewife/used to be a lunch lady, and my brother is a cars/machinery guy. I dunno where my drive for art and writing came from, but I'm glad I have it.