What keeps me writing. . .

I think that what got me writing in the first place is very different from why I keep writing now, though in some aspects the reasons share a commonality. . .

At first I saw it as a way to seek approval from my teachers and parents.  That worked a little. . .

But over time it became a love of creation.  I can sit down before a computer screen and create entire universes, with galaxies and solar systems and planets in it.  And on those planets (and sometimes in the dark reaches between planets) I can create all new fauna and flora, new peoples, with their own unique culture based upon geological events, physiological oddities based upon an evolution that I guided with my own hand.  I can create great events throughout a history that I can manipulate, or let small, ordinary lives grow organically toward an outcome that I, as the god of this universe, want to happen.  All of this, so that I may share the wonder of my creation with others, and show them that "it was good."