I wrote a lot as a child. I was always writing stories. Then, as I got older, I wrote short stories, poetry, and, er, "prose experiments" that played around with narrative structures.
After university I stopped reading almost entirely, having read so much that it felt like my brain would explode. I spent more and more time writing music in various different genres and this took up all my free time. Writing for fun was forgotten.
But the seed of a novel has been bouncing around in my head for nearly eight years. It's been through various iterations, and almost began to grow last summer. Except that it just didn't "work" then. So it was left alone again.
An early morning train journey somehow sparked it into life. Characters and revitalised scenarios came to me and I feverishly jotted down a plot summary. Now I want to finally kick off and get something written.