For the past 20 minutes or so, I’ve been sitting here looking through my old posts (and even some old drafts that never made it on my blog). I actually was searching for one specific post that I wanted to read, but got caught up in many of the others. I started thinking that I need to write again – not just what happens in my everyday life, but really write. It has been so long. Too long.

Jason is finishing up his second writing course and has already signed up for the third. I am so thrilled for him, because he is actually making things happen, while I sit and ponder my future as a writer. Anyway, while perusing my own blog, I stumbled upon a silly post that really wasn’t meant to be that silly. I was actually rather frustrated, but I used a bit of humor to get through it. I clicked on the comments and saw something that made me smile and made me feel energized to write again. Here’s what Jason had to say:

“Please write a novel. Write it in first person. And let me read it during its various drafts. Because I think the literary world is missing out on you and your voice.”

That is exactly what I needed – someone who thinks I can do it. So, thanks Jason for not only thinking I can do this, but for completely understanding this obsessive drive to be a writer.

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