A lot of stories begin that way, and mine is no different. Once upon a time, I was an avid reader, but had no interest in writing. And then one day my brother dared me to join him in an exercise called Nanowrimo. And suddenly I discovered that I enjoyed writing!
But I had no interest in editing, or publishing, or (ugh) joining a writing group.
Yet -- I did enjoy writing.
Life was busy, and I didn't write again until the following year, during Nanowrimo.
And I met some really cool people online who were also doing Nanowrimo. And we started emailing each other outside of Nanowrimo. And it was really fun - the writing, and the socializing. And then they invited me to be part of a writing group. I was reluctant, but they were nice people, so I agreed to join them, on the condition that I didn't have to share my writing with them.. because while I enjoyed writing,I had no interest in editing or publishing, or in sharing my work with them.
I won't bore you with the rest of the details, but I have partnered up with a talented editor and writer , Catherine Valenti, and we have formed a small independent press, Smoking Pen Press. We write, we edit, we publish our own works, we publish the works of others.
On a personal level, I have a blog entitled Teapot Musings, I have one book published (The Weatherman), and I have several titles in the works.
And oh yeah, I still take part in Nanowrimo, and I'm still involved in that writing group.