One word after another and before long sentences come together. Paragraphs follow and chapters take shape. Characters come to life, adventures grow and spiral in unexpected directions. Plots twist and turn and twist again. The story takes form and a world made of nothing more than letters feels so real you can almost smell it.
The rush, the joy, the splendid unknown of writing makes it so much more than a hobby. It becomes a really cheap addiction, which is admittedly pretty dang nice.
Editing though. Good golly does editing suck.