One of the things people tell me I'm pretty good at (I won't object, but won't agree either) is writing.
Over the years I've produced some material. Not as much as I would like; I have too little time to do that. But I've written the first half of a novel, as well as a bunch of articles for different newspapers and various school essays, assignments and so on.
I find the novel the most intresting thing. I wrote it during a few weeks with way too much time. Then I forgot all about it for about a year. When I found it again I was surprised to see how naïve I had been.
I had written like I thought at the time. The story is simple and the ccharacters are plain. But the feelings expressed are pure and raw. It is childish, but fascinating.