As one out of the two of you who regularly read this know, I am a writer. Not just a blogger, but a fiction writer. I’m not a published writer, but I was working on it. Yes, was. I let life get in the way of what I know I should be doing. Okay, life and the occasional round of Angry Birds.  Anyway. I think about writing all the time. I wonder about the characters in my stories and what they’re up to. I wonder where I should take them next. I wonder how to work General Sickles into my Gettysburg story so I can pick on him. =)  I am constantly thinking about writing, but not writing. And it’s been driving me crazy.

Last Wednesday, one of my very favorite authors was in Scottsdale. I’ve been reading this guy’s books for years and I couldn’t pass up the chance to meet him in person. During his discussion time, he talked about writing, and how writers have a little voice in their head that nags at them to write until they do it. He said the only way to get the voice to shut up is to start writing and keep writing. As he was talking about the little writing voice, my own little writing voice was jumping up and down going “SEE? Stop ignoring me!” He offered other advice as well, including the thought that many writers don’t get published because they give up too soon. He said don’t give up.

So then when it came my time to get my new book signed, I thanked him for the encouragement he had given people who want to write. He looked at me and said “You’ve got that little voice.” It wasn’t a question. I said yes. He looked me right in the eye and said “Keep writing. Don’t give up.”  I’ve been encouraged by a lot of great people in my writing, but having one of my favorite authors speak into this area of my life, even for just a moment, was amazing.

Then this weekend I was at a ranch in Dragoon, AZ, for a booksigining.  A friend of a friend has recently published her first book, and a small group of us went down there to hang out and help her with the book signing. We got to talking to this author and she asked if any of us were writers. I confessed that I had done some writing, even entering a short story contest. She shared her own journey to getting published with me, and it was really interesting and informative. The words don’t, give and up were mentioned again. In that order. Then later, she was talking to a few others who stopped by the book table and she introduced me as a fellow writer!

After all this writing talk and encouragement over the past few days, the little voice in my head is just as insistent as ever, and a little bit smug. It’s saying “SEE? I told you so. Now get to it.”

I’m taking a deep breath, and I’m going to get to it.