I would have an idea for a story, mull it over in my head, and if it seemed worth pursuing it would be written down in a notebook. Sometimes the idea would progress into an actual outline, but usually it would remain embarrassingly vague and half-baked. Have you ever eaten anything that was half-baked? Gross. My stories seemed to stagnate in their early stages, as if I got tired of them even before they were finished. I'm also a perfectionist by nature, frightened to finish a story because that would mean that I needed to actually critique and edit.
Now I've suddenly found myself in a wonderful new process of writing. During our family's six-month sabbatical, I have enjoyed lots of time to think, write, and read. Also, I spend so much time with an inquisitive, imaginative 3-year-old who loves stories. All of those things have fed my creativity. I seem to have so many stories in my head that I can't write them down fast enough, stories that I'm excited to develop. At night, as I fall asleep more stories brew in my mind.
I now have a expansive list of story ideas, several outlines, and a handful of completed manuscripts (hurray!). All of the manuscripts are still in dire need of editing, but they actually have that crucial element called an Ending.
I'm not sure where this writing will take me. For now, I'm simply enjoying the adventure of it.