Prior to the midglet's arrival, I spent hours of "free time" working on writing fiction. Mostly fantasy, with solid writing and weak plotting. Rereading some of it now, I still stand by individual scenes and characters, but the overall story-arcs give me pain.
Groan-worthy pain. Who-was-I-trying-to-fool pain.
Fortunately, I have a sense of humor about my own limitations, so after the pain comes laughter and head-shaking.
But in any case, after my "free time" became kid time, I convinced myself that I was a much better editor than I was a storyteller, so I might as well accept that the writer gig was never going to work out for me anyway, so I wasn't missing anything by just giving it up.
But lately? Lately I'm feeling the twitch to write again. I have new ideas in slightly different genres and I find myself playing around with character and plot in ways that I haven't in years.
So... I'm doing some research on a few topics - New England history and mythology mostly - and we'll see how it all meshes together over the next few months.