Because I'd be doing 11-year old me a disservance if I ever stopped. Lemme backtrack with a story, grandchildren.
It's the 6th-grade, and I took on the job of creating an entire fancomic Saga with Pucca, Yin Yang Yo, Hello Kitty, my own OCs and The PowerPuff Girls. It was four arcs long, each with more than 10 chapters, and all drawn on notebook paper -- which was then stuffed into a bunky, flimsy binder with envelope tabs, like so:
I was proud of it. I carried it with me everywhere. Even showed all of the story, and I mean ALL of it, to my best friend (who had the patience of a Saint, I tell you). I wrote that Saga for one year and never once thought about how hard it was or how much work it was going to be. I just wanted to write that story.
So if 11-year old me could write and draw a story she adored, and keep writing and drawing it despite how unbelievable long it got, I can too. She is my inspiration to keep going with my stories and see that I finish them.