Edit: after all of this shit I realized I misread the question because ADHD, but fuck it I’m posting this anyways.
Okay. I think I always had really fun and interesting concepts to use, and a vast majority of those have stayed with me, just transformed into more refined and complex ideas. But my start as an author was really fucking wobbly, and since I always place high expectations on myself constantly, I was really insecure when all of my cool ideas just couldn’t seem to fit into writing.
TLDR; Very slow, fun, eye-opening, self-esteem boosting, confidence lowering, frustrating, overall roller coaster of my emotions. The most interesting part of writing is how much it made me learn about myself and emotions, on top of making me research so many amazing things and guiding my inherent curiosity. I’d say my writing is a part of my identity now in a way none of my other hobbies really have been. But the learning curve, as well as the battle with your own expectations, can be extremely frustrating or depressing for me at some times.
Life story;
I genuinely enjoyed myself at first, but I let the expectations get to me and I stopped writing for about a year or two.
I picked it up again after I dropped drawing for the second time (irrelevant story), and I needed another medium to harness my ideas into. I was still not good, but I was noticeably much better than before, and I managed to piece together the begginings of a work that I was actually proud of for once.
Then I started a cycle of making original stories, getting confused as I couldn’t refine the ideas well enough, repeat. Then I entered a cycle of making original stories, getting bored, repeat. I’m breaking into a third cycle now, and I’m exited to see what’ll come next.