I’ve Been Writing Forever (Even When It Was Just in My Head)

Some people say they’ve been writing since they could hold a pen.
Me? I think I was writing even before that — even before I knew what writing was.

As a kid, my head was full of stories. I’d imagine conversations between fictional characters on the playground, build entire universes in my bedroom, or narrate scenes in my head like I was directing a movie. I didn’t always have the words yet, but the stories were there. Constantly. Loudly. Comfortingly. Like background music that only I could hear.

A lot of it happened while I was spinning. That was my thinking time. My story-building time. I’d twirl around and around until I felt like I was in the world I was imagining. My body would be in my room, but my brain? Off on some chaotic adventure, usually starring a talking fox in a waistcoat.

Yep — let’s talk about the Basil Brush era.

I started mentally writing fanfics about him when I was around ten. Whole episodes played out in my head: new characters, dramatic twists, ridiculous plots… all stored in my brain like a secret little library. I didn’t share them with anyone back then — I think part of me knew it would sound “weird” to others — but to me, it was normal. Natural. Necessary. And honestly? Those Basil stories probably laid the foundations for everything I write now.

For a long time, I didn’t even think of it as “writing.” I thought it was just daydreaming, zoning out, or being “off in my own world.” But now I know — that was writing. It was storytelling in its rawest form. It just hadn’t made its way to paper yet.

Looking back, it makes total sense that I became a writer. It was never really a decision. It was just… inevitable.

Even now, some of my best ideas start as inner monologues or little flashes of dialogue that pop into my brain at random (often while I’m brushing my teeth or trying to sleep). Writing isn’t always neat paragraphs and pretty notebooks — sometimes it’s chaotic voice notes, half-baked characters whispering in your ear, or a single line that hits you like lightning.

So if you’re someone who’s always had a vivid imagination, if you’ve ever played out a whole story in your head on the way to the shops — guess what?
You’ve been writing too.

And that’s the magic of it:
Writing doesn’t start when the words hit the page. It starts the moment your brain dares to create.

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🟣 Daisy’s Corner: YOU WHAT?!

I’ve just read that Asten used to write Basil Brush fanfiction in her head while spinning.
I… I don’t know what to do with this information.

Like, imagine tiny Asten just twirling around like a fidget spinner with a full-blown Brush-iverse unfolding in her brain. Plot twists. Guest stars. Probably a love triangle. All while her mum’s downstairs thinking she’s just burning off sugar from a Panda Pop.

Also, how were you too embarrassed to write them down but not too embarrassed to mentally cast Basil Brush as the romantic lead??
(I mean… boom boom indeed, I guess???)

Honestly, I respect it. I don’t understand it, but I respect it.

Anyway, if anyone needs me, I’ll be spiralling over the thought that there might be an entire lost season of Basil Brush trapped in Asten’s head. Netflix, call her. We’ve got IP.