In the literary branch of my creative career,
which began in April of 1982, after I'd completed my very first book review of Judy Blume's legendary Young Adult fiction, Tiger Eyes, I have written hundreds of book
reviews over three decades. I would also write any number of short reviews for all of the books that I had read up until that point, including Marjorie Sharmat's Hamburgers and Ice Cream for Dessert, and Marcia Brown's Stone Soup. In July of 2004, my now adult writer served to be the recipient of a completely different
type of literary composition: the poem. Yes, it had been in July of that same year that I composed my very first work of poetry to be titled Sylvia - in loving memory of my paternal great-grandmother. And much like in the other fields of my contribution
to the written word (songwriting and book review writing), many more works of poetry would soon succeed the initial one.
As the colored ink (from my pen) stains my story across
the blank page, it is through my literature that I expose the following: truth, lies, wisdom, knowledge, understanding, generosity, selfishness, sincerity, cruelty, faith, disloyalty, love, hate, strength, weakness, racism, self-love, self-hatred, envy, jealousy,
covetousness, idolatry, kindness, malice, peace, chaos, holiness, unrighteousness, light, darkness, freedom, bondage, straightforwardness, crookedness, joy, sorrow, and every other emotion of the human experience.
Basically, I bring the truth and the light through the written word: for in such a way am I utilized as a creative human vessel. And this literary witness, divinely inspired as it is, was not intended to be dummied
down, negatively influenced, controlled, or mismanaged. I must present the witness in a spirit of fearlessness, boldness, truth, love, and compassion. Therefore, I knew that I would have to publish the work without any third-party influence or interference.
And in that regard, there had to be an independent publishing company built that it would serve to house and produce the collected works.
On Thursday, 10 November 2005, I prepared
myself, both mentally and physically, to take on the task of building another "house." And after a few weeks of brainstorming over memorable names, the idea sprinkled down upon my mental person like refreshing raindrops. The new contribution was literary,
particularly in poetry, so what would one associate with writing poetry? A quill pen! I quickly jotted the idea down on a slip of paper.
Like The Black Jaguar Music Company
and The Centaur Casting Agency, which were both founded before it, the name for the new company had to be one with a catchy acronym. So, I began to try out different company names - loving some of them, but not others. And I had still been unable to come up
with anything that comfortably fit me - until I got ready for bed that same evening. I was fluffing my pillows for the 6- to 8-hour journey to the land of sleep, when bam! Just like that, a unique name presented itself: Quill Pen Ink.
Folks of old always wrote poetry with quill pens dipped in ink, right? I'd asked myself. So why not? I'd also asked myself. I considered the name idea well. And after a few moments, I decided that Quill Pen Ink would be the name of the newest entity - after I researched it for possible availability first,
of course. And had it been free for me to claim, its chosen motto would also pertain to the craft of the written word: The Beauty of Expression.