I loved to write. I still do. It was not a choice. It was not an option. It was an unsquelcheable innate natural direction. An unstoppable force to express. Just as when a good brain comes across a challenging puzzle, he/she simply cannot rest until it is solved, just as when a tune suddenly comes to mind, a composer cannot be at ease until it is composed and recorded, similarly when an experience yielded an emotion or thought, it HAD to be analyzed and written down. When a thought arises, it is in a vague form - undirected and uncaptured. When it was penned, it got a form and the thought became clearer and more defined. Thinking led to writing, yet the writing channeled the thinking. For example, when someone punches you on the face, you feel some mental and physical sensations. When you say "I feel angry with you", that one word 'anger' gives a shape, a form to the previously untapped experience. That is the beauty of language. You feel the air around you in a breeze, yet you store the air in the balloon.
In school, I used to balk at the suggestion of trying my hand at some creative writing contest, because if you gave me a topic and asked me to write, I would draw a huge blank or give in something which I would never accept as a piece of work that has transcended the standard of average. I cannot write for the joy of writing. I write for the joy of thinking. It is analogous to an example of two artists. One imagines a beautiful seashore in mind and draws it. The other happened to pass by a beautiful seashore and his mind was captivated and felt it had to express it in drawing. In the first example, the mind conceives the subject and CREATES thoughts pertaining to it and then gives it a form. In the second instance, the mind comes across some subject and thoughts are CREATED involuntarily and then they are given form. The former is expressing to create. The latter is creating to express. I am of the latter type. Perhaps that is why I suck at writing stories. I cannot imagine a plot.Yet, if some interesting plot occurs in my own life, I could make a story out of it perhaps. Hence, I will never call myself creative. Advertisements are creative. Yet, philosophies are 'artistic'.