For a long time, what made me write was not so much inspiration as desperation. I had mental/emotional problems resulting in obsessive daydreaming and I coped by offloading the daydreams onto paper, where I was able to shape them into fantasy novels. When I started to feel better, I switched to writing in other genres, and what made me write at that point was the satisfaction of having written and published! I had found something to do that I was good at and that made me feel good. On top of that, I eventually became my own person, opinionated, contrary, and at times downright weird. Some of my more bizarre ideas inspired my writing.