Writing's good for the soul in more ways then one, and of course the more you do it the better you get at it.
I'm considering writing more ME universe stuff based off the After the Fall fic I did, seems folk want Tali-Shep goodness so that's on the "idea board" (short story exploring Shep and Tali building their home together and Tali thinking back to her childhood, dealing with her dad, etc,) the other two are all OC related and only work in my little "A **** ending? Nonsense! *applies high explosives and blows a hole in it* onward!" branch off from ME canon. Following an OC Asari commando through the N special forces program and getting inside her head with all the trauma from the destruction of thessia, etc. Then another one following my fictional 1st Marine Division after it gets integrated with Turian and Quarian troops.
Sample dialogue from the last of those:
"Sarge I don't get it! Why the hell are we doing this boot camp crap again? We're all combat experienced soldiers!"
"I don't like it any more then you do but we need to fit in with the humans I suppose..."
"Hold it right there!"
The gathered Turian and Quarian recruits snap to attention as the Drill Instructor strides through their midst, he's not an imposing man physically, but his creased utilities, campaign hat and polished black leather boots shine with the unmistakable mark of a professional warrior, adding to his air of dominating control. He takes his cover off and sets it on a footlocker nearby.
"Cover's off, so I can talk to you like adults, school circle around me! Now!"
The unit moves to comply, instant obedience to orders is nothing new for these soldiers, unlike the recruits Drill Instructors normally have to "educate". The DI settles himself on a foot locker and looks out at his charges, about seventy Turians and five Quarians.
"There seems to be a slight misunderstanding about what's going on here, and I'm going to correct that for you."
The DI indicates the Turian sergeant who'd just been speaking a moment ago.
"You were saying that we want you to act like humans, is that correct recruit?"
"Yes sir."
"Any one else think that? Show of hands or equivalent appendages."
Most of the platoon reaches a hand up.
"Well you're all damn wrong.The last thing we want you to act like is a human. Bunch of nasty, average civilians. We're making you in to Alliance Marines, inducting you into a many centuries old tradition that dates back to when humans took to the seas on sailing ships with wood and canvas, instead of taking to the skies and stars in ships of metal. Yes we want you to assimilate our culture, because the culture of my Corps, and shortly, your Corps is what unites us from all our cultures. Over time the Corps will assimilate from you as well. That's one of the ways the Corps has always done things, adapt and overcome, learn from anything and everything. Word from the top is we're already working some Turian hand to hand techniques into our close combat curriculum. When we're done here it won't matter your home planet, your former unit, your job, your clan name, ship name or species. You'll be Marines first and foremost and wherever you are with the Corps, you'll be home."
The DI watches his slightly stunned charges, and reaches for his cover.
"You have until I get my cover on to be in a formation in front of the barracks."