I feel like it was quite unavoidable for me! When I was a smol (about 4-5 I believe), my dream was "To draw children's books and be a part time ballerina and give 70% of my income to poor people on the street." I grew out of the ballerina thing quite quickly, but I hung onto the "drawing children's books" up until I stumbled across my first manga, Sailor Moon. Something about it hit more closely to home with me, the way tha art tended to be a bit edgier, dark, beautiful, and far more narrative. I started eating up mangas and shonen jumps like a mad man, and created my first OC, Setsuna. I started creating my own mangas (made 13 issues I think?), blending original characters in with dragon ball characters, but in a very sailor moon -type story. Once I grew out of THAT (and was mindful enough to hide my awkward "mangas" deep into my closet) I started developing ACTUAL original characters, original worlds, and original stories constantly. The first concepts for my story and characters from Tempest Red were devised during this time, in 2002-2003 (but have since been rehashed dozens of times to not be.. quite so... well, made by a 12 year old lol). Then high school happened and life tried to take over; I tried writing books, I tried sewing, I tried improvisational acting, I tried dancing... and then I stumbled across my first few pages of Tempest Red from 2004. It was like I was slammed back into my younger self's body, and this insatiable hunger hit me. I jumped right back into drawing, years and years of trying to polish the rusty turd I had become until I just said "screw it, I need to just start. I can improve on the way." Aaaand that's that!
Now I'm not saying that this is my path destined for greatness, fame, and fortune. I still have a lot of shortcomings as story teller and artist. But win or lose, fail or succeed, I've never been as happy as I have been when I finally gave my graphic novel side the attention it deserved.