Like all artists, my artistic endeavors began with drawing pictures on paper... and on my grandmother's walls.  Over the years, my drawings improved, of course.  I imagined and drew spaceships, vehicles, submarines, monsters and aliens.  I read more and more books with less and less pictures.  I distinctly remember reading and enjoying a book, in sixth grade, thinking, "I want to do this."  I wrote my very own dramatic action scene, using words only.  I liked what I wrote.  The scene was written as if part of a story... but it had no story.  I wrote MANY action-adventure scenes... but never gave them a complete story.  I made my own pages of comic books... but never finished making a comic book.
As I matured, my gratification required something deeper than instant.  I read more.  I wrote more.  I drew less and less until I stopped drawing altogether.  I wrote and actually finished entire stories.  I began researching as a hobby and to refine my literary craft.  I sought images to supplement my inspiration for writing.  I found pictures I very much liked, thinking, "I used to do this.  I want to do it again."  Writing is not my first love, but it is my true love.  That said, visual art has an instant appeal all its own.  I want it all.  I shall have it.  I am making it happen.