Former writer here, wondering now if I had always had some hyper-creativity/ mania going on since my teen years.
In high school, at 16, I decided to write a scifi novel after typing up a prologue in my phone (off brand of a Blackberry, with the full keyboard). So, every morning I got up an extra hour early (530am, had to get on bus at 7) and started writing a chapter, went to school, then, when I got home, after homework/chores, I'd continue the chapter. Finished one chapter in a couple days and edits took longer. I remember each chapter being about 30 pages each, and I think the novel was like 400+ pages. It was a story about the last Earthling man, sent away as a child into hiding as Earth was destroyed by some butthead aliens, and then craziness ensues when he's found by a bunch of rando humanoids he hired for a job. Mix of Ancient Aliens/Biblical/Star Trek/BSG shenanigans! I ripped off so many space medias and it was so cringe! XD
Oh, and early twenties, I took an internship at the Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama. I just finished two semesters, going for an ambiguous Associate of Science Degree / Physics. Failed the first Engineering course-decided engineering wasn't for me, but apparently they still took interns at the base--and paid them. But I did it during a summer where there was not much going on, and I was far too introverted to ask for something to do, so I mostly sat on my butt the whole summer. I did read a crap-ton of ebooks online, and eventually wrote a short story in Google Docs. Not sure how I got away with it, considering I was on a frickin' military base--everything was DND and they probably monitored my online activities, who knows--but suppose that was a telltale moment - of many- that suggest I'd do better in storytelling, and NOT rocket science XD.
I still got those cringey stories in the cloud. I wanna publish the short one. The other sci-fi monstrosity--well--might have to wait...In the meantime, Friar Chicken is my passion.