A Writer’s Mindset

What sparks a writer’s ambition? Do they just wake up one day, think to themselves “wow that’d make a great story” like many of us do, then they actually go and write it,
and begin a life-long career? Does inspiration strike them in the middle of a hectic moment as they’re juggling between life, work, family and friends, and then all of a sudden they decide to write?
Writers are weird. If I were to stereotype, I would say we all live in our heads. And in order to communicate the chaos in our minds, we turn to writing. Stereotyping further:
fiction writers are the daydreamers, and non-fiction are fighting somewhere between day-dreamers and realists. I guess that makes me a daydreamer–a mantle I am happy to wear and even happier to be stereotyped under. Sure, that may make me weird, but everyone is weird when you get down to it. I just decided to be weird in the long-narrative-descriptions-of-characters-that-don’t-exist way.
But what sparked this ambition of mine? Truthfully, I don’t recall. I think I just got tired of having all of these stories in my mind left unsaid, and wanted to say them.
My voice was so quiet, but my mind so loud–the words had to come out somewhere, sometime. Maybe then, writers are predestined to write. Maybe the urge–no, the burning passion–to write is just something that someone turns to when vocalizing is not enough anymore. This holds true for non-fiction as well; they just tend to stick closer to the
fringes of reality and write about the topics that enrage and enlighten them, so maybe they can enrage and enlighten everyone else.
I would go so far as to call writing an addiction. A writer may begin and slowly realize the level of peace and satisfaction they acquire whilst creating prose, and then they
can’t get enough of it. More stories leap unbidden to their mind. They develop a style unique to them. More messages to the population surface, intermingled with adventures,
peril, and certain-death experiences to trap both the reader and author forever. They can’t stop, because stopping would mean the words that fill them would have to come out somewhere else: and where can they go but to the page?