I have stories and people in my head who want to come out and play, and they won't take "NO!" for an answer.
I've always been an organized daydreamer and a big gamer. Started playing A D&D way back in the day, moved on to MMORPG's. In City of Heroes and Star Trek Online I found myself constructing elaborate character descriptions for that limited little bio box, and found myself getting royally pissed that I couldn't fit more in. Then my fleet on STO started doing some literary challenges, basic stuff like "flesh out your character bio, explain how they came to be part of Project Christopher." That was last summer.
My 300 letter in game character bio is now up to 30,000 or so words.
It's on hold because one of the "Writing gigs" Kristine kindly shared got my brain hopping up and down. I got to thinking about how (and why) people in an highly advanced society could be forced to rely on things like steamers, zeppelins, clockwork while still keeping a tasty hard-science shell. (No use of Absurdium or The Ninth Ray Of Ether, for example.) That story's up to 24-25 K or so and going strong. Original characters who I created for The Devil in the DNA have jumped the fence, shucked their uniforms and serial numbers and are now running and frolicking in my own original world and story.
I just can't not do it. I guess my subconscious finally decided that the stories and characters in most games just weren't as fun as the ones gibbering and meeping in my head.