Noticing Newbies

So.. where does one begin? I guess the beginning is a good place, though the beginning is usually somewhere in the middle in my experience.

I started writing young. Loved writing, loved reading, loved learning. But, of course, things happen. Never lost my love of learning, but there came a time when it was necessary to learn other things, things that were no longer all that fun. Things like adulting. Adulting takes a lot of time, and unfortunately that time has to be made. In order to make time, sacrifices are also made.
But that's an excuse. Writing doesn't necessarily need to take a lot of time out of a day. What does take a lot of time is thinking. And I found that I simply didn't have time. Not exactly time to not think, but instead I found myself compelled to think of other things, real things, rather than the imaginary things I so loved thinking about.
In a stroke of incredible luck, I once more found myself with time to think. Not about what tomorrow is going to bring, but rather what tomorrow might bring. So I came back to writing, to creating worlds within worlds within my mind.
I'm not expecting great things. I'm not expecting to relive my glory days of youth. I just want to know if I can recapture a little bit of that wonder and joy I found in looking at a blank page and putting words onto it in a semi-coherent manner. So far so good.

So, I guess as an introduction this is it. I am who and what I am. My work is what is it. I'm not writing for an audience. I'm writing for me. Of course, if others find themselves wanting to read it... well, I'm not going to complain about that. I am glad a place such as this exists, and hopefully I will find more time to engage here.