Percy Verantz is a good friend. Once a writer has a couple decades of pen-work under his belt, you get to be on a first name basis ... in my case, Percy hasn’t been “Mr.” Verantz since, well, the Reagan Administration at least.
Perseverance often is the quality of a Marine. In the face of the oft-shouted command, “Don’t just stand there ... DO something!” a Marine hears the voice of a wise drill sergeant who shouts, “Don’t just do something ... STAND there!”
Think about it.
Then act with purpose. And invite Percy along for the ride.
Percy is the tortoise, not the hare. Few races are won in the first few hasty steps – particularly if one or more missteps are included in the starting fervor. Percy epitomizes the enduring stick-to-it-iveness that gets the race won – and gets a job done.
Percy knows that a writer must indeed sweat bullets. A writer must think. Create. Re-think. Mull. Shape. Turn the artwork over, figuratively, in the head – the way a whittler turns a block of wood over and over in the process of shaving away the unneeded portion.
A writer must know, in his heart of hearts, that the amazing message he seeks really does exist somewhere under layers of verbiage, grammatical gesticulation and naive disregard for the subtlety required in the process of communication.
Just like the whittler who seeks the hand-carved pony locked within the unwhittled block of wood.
Like the bullied and abused little boy who digs furiously through the fancy-wrapped box of manure – a cruel prank disguised as a Christmas gift – because, well ... “all this manure – there’s GOTTA be a pony down there somewhere!”
Percy is stubborn. Doggedly resolute and tenacious – possessing unwavering commitment; dauntless in the face of daunting challenges. He’s got guts, moxie, ardor, passion.
Percy is Jesus Christ’s Passion on the cross, knowing that to endure the cruelty of a handful of humans for a day would absolve humanity of sin for all time, and place us eternally in the sweet hand of God.
That’s perseverence. Strive for it. Strive for perfection. The end result will not be perfect. But it is for the striving that we are created.
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