The Avenging Sword of Taste and Decency

IMG_0532.JPG“Of all the sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest of these: it might have been.”

– John Greenleaf Whittier

Those words will not find their way into my life.

Writing is my job; it is my passion; and it is insanely fun. Writing is something I couldn’t live without. The pen is my conduit to society – my way of communicating to the world. I write every day, not just because I enjoy doing it, but because I want to make it my career. I don’t put it off until tomorrow. My path to becoming a published author continues every morning when I wake up and see my book resting on the desk (often times with my cat asleep on top of it). I politely move Miss Lola Buns to a new patch of sunlight that isn’t warming my book and pick up where I left off the day before.

I picked up a piece of advice from Neil Gaiman’s  “Make Good Art Speech,” in which he encouraged writers, musicians, artists, and any creative spirit to make a list of the things we wanted to accomplish. Knowing that list, printing it into existence, changed quiet ambitions into concrete, loud spoken goals. Here is my list:

1. Write a series of novels

2. Write and illustrate a children’s book

3. Write the story line to a video game

4. Survive the zombie apocalypse

5. See my novels on my dad’s desk

I’m well into my first novel, and I’m sure you’re familiar with “Fiddlewood” (Just have to illustrate that bizarre tale). The video game is far off, but it is getting closer, because every day I am working at goals one and two. Goal four is a long shot, and sometimes I feel goal five is even more so.

There is another set of words I carry with me, words spoken by Ignatius J. Reilly, words that will define my life some day, words that will sit on the shelf beside my name. Say them loud, say them proud, “I am the avenging sword of taste and decency!”


About Connor Wilkins

Quickly, quickly... take your seat. Our storyteller is about to begin. Shhhh. Listen... His pipes are fluting emotions of myth and fable, but don't be fooled by fantasia for there are truths hidden within his unworldly tellings. We're drifting now... back in time to a world only he remembers.
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