Although I haven't been posting lately I have been writing. I am a longhand writer and prefer to use hard-copy over computer. Call me old fashioned but I love the tactile qualities of writing longhand - the sound of the pen or pencil moving over the paper, the feeling of satisfaction that comes with the completing a page and turning it to a new fresh sheet of paper.
I have several stories on the go right now. One is turning out to be a sort of post-apocalypse and the other a kind of creepy/funny I'm not sure what at this point (40 pages in and still don't know for sure!!grr) - they just keep writing themselves and I feel like I am just the conduit for them. Strange that these two are like that. I normally write with a direction. I decided I would just let them evolve the way they want to go and see what happens or becomes of them. This is a completely new way of writing for me.
When I was little, I used to tell stories about anything I could think up. I would sit and tell my dolls or whoever was around. Later, when I was a teenager and had to babysit or entertain the younger cousins(not super young), I would make up stories that would scare the crap out of the poor kids. Kept them in line - as an adult I realize that they were probably too frightened to do anything. (A little part of me feels a bit guilty about it.) They have reminded me occasionally that I still had to finish this story or that one because they wanted to know how it ended. Who would have thought that they would even remember I made up stories for them?
So, I write to amuse myself and sometimes share.