It's a Little Frustrating

I've heard people tell me I've got a real knack for writing. They tell me, "Oh! You write so well! Why don't you write more often? We do enjoy it so!" And it's true. I am an ok writer, sometimes. I have all these visions in my head; countless scenes of infinite diversity, all of which would make wonderful stories. Here's the catch: I cant control it. It does whatever it damn well pleases. I have two stories, unfinished because it decided it wanted to stop. Sometimes I can manage to coax it out for something important, but most of the time it wants nothing to do with me. If I reach out to it, beckon it, it runs away, like a skittish cat. But as soon as I don't need it or have given up on it, here it is, rubbing itself against my eyeballs again.....Actually, it's a lot like my baby, GooberSmooch. Goob gets in these moods sometimes, she'll purr and meow and rub up against your legs, but bend down to pet her and she's just out of reach, still purring and meowing, moving away slowly, like she wants you to catch her, but when/if you do, she curls up and becomes submissively unresponsive (or to those in the know, a circle), thinking only of how to escape. It's a little frustrating :/