A: (Walks into the office carrying a white pastry
box... she opens the box and removed a bear claw shaped like a penis... and
bites it... custard squirts out)
Z: Cold
girl... cold... where did you get them?
A: A friend
makes them... want to suck some custard?
Z: I'll pass.
A: More penis
for me. (She acts titillated at the
option) Not so long ago we wrote about
being liars. (She laps custard from the
corner of her mouth only after she got Zi's attention) Liar. A
writer has to be one in order to tell a fictional story. However there is a reverse side to that. We also tell the truth a lot. That everything in a story even when writing
about the most outlandish situation, or planet, for that matter, like Starling
in SNAKE DANCE, there is always a
foundation in truth. Even the characters
have a basis in truth even if they are nasty or naughty, heinous or humorous,
exuberant or poignant.
Z: (Rolls his eyes and flips a pen, watching it as
it falls, catching it with perfect pizazz, notices the box and reaches for it) Too, much sugar. Back away from the buzz. It is not truth, per se, but a consistency to
the character's personality. Remember we
write fiction... fiction... F-I-C-tion.
A: (Holds it away)
Are you paying attention?
Z: Always…
whatever you have to say is paramount.
(He stares directly at her with a serious glaze)
A: (Looks
back but not certain if he is jazzing her or not, after all she still has the
box filled with sweet delights, removes one, kisses it, puts it in her blouse
pocket as a back-up treat... acknowledging better safe than penis-pastry free )
Since you mentioned Starling, look at Mong, evil to the core, rancid to the
bone, foul to the extreme, yet down deep there is truth to the he of him. I get it is more human nature of an evil
creep... but truth nonetheless.
Z: Huh? He of him?
(Gives the puzzled head tilt directed at her words and the mysteries of
the box. He repeats,) Huh? (Notices the penis pastry head sticking out
her pocket... winking a creamy wink)
A: (Once more
she opens the box, plucks out a mini-cream puff via Mama Stella’s famed recipe,
and devours most of it in one bite... the custard oozes from the corners of her
mouth... she giggles as a blob migrates downward toward her chin ) It was a tad too big! (She laughs and creamy
stuff blurts forth) Oops! (Trying to be serious) If a planet had all the elements just right,
a creature like Mong could exist.
Z: Exactly! (Stands and picks up a conductor’s wand,
waving it about as if leading an orchestra as his words come out in a sing-song
refrain. His gaze keeps shifting to the
tasty treat just out of reach... in the box... not in her pocket) The key words, if and could. Mong from SNAKE DANCE came right from my
imagination. There is no creature like
him in the real universe. I used that multi-personality thing to
breathe life into him. Mong was
Mong. Pulled by Mong's world and Mong's
desires. I had to immerse myself in the
ugly of him to feel him and become him and that was painful. Why?
He was heinous! I am not. But in fairness I can see myself going there
if I remain pastry-free... those penises look good... smoosh one into a
ball. (He bounces his big eye-brows and
we all know Zi is well-embrowed)
A: (Ang takes a penis-pastry and wags it at Zi who
uses his wand to combat it in a makeshift fencing duel) Ah ha, you admit, you suffer from
Schizophrenia!
Z: (Conceding
victory to her after a blop of custard is winged airborne and hits his face...
followed by an Ick!) Ick! (Finding composure) All authors do, at
least when it comes to their writing.
They must. They are not really
the characters. They have to imagine
them. And hopefully embrace the depth of
their pathos.
A: (Decides
to ignore the logic) Well, I still think
Mong’s disposition and personality is so real that he could actually come from
the depths of… well… you!
Z: Take that
back. I am not a vile mean man. I am a champion of women. A pillar of virtue. (Moves
with the speed of a striking snake and snares a luscious delicacy, swallows
with obvious enthusiasm)
A: Not the
you of you, but the you of your imagination.
Z: Better
Pastry-horny-dog. Mong was born from the
depths of my imagination. Authors dig
into the character, become the character to find the truth of that character.
Mong was based on a voracious mongoose who was a man and the rest was
made up. And by the way where are Mama
Stella’s dessert recipes?
A: (Looks off
into the distance after using a finger to maneuver a bit of custard onto her
tongue) Well, a mongoose is real, isn’t
it? So that's the truth. As for the recipes, the truth is… well, a
mystery.
Z: I knew
it! You hid them!
A: Maybe? (She holds the center shaft of the pastry and
then cradles the globe portion... why... Ang is one huge tease)
Z: You baked
these didn't you?
A: I refuse
to say on account it may incriminate me.
(She puts the desert in reach so both can indulge)
Z: (As if a
homophobe he hesitates but picks up a penis... bites the nard portion... and speaks
around a mouthful of cream) Look in the
dictionary under strange and you’ll see yourself, but you won’t find a single
picture under mongoose that looks like Mong.
A: Mong is an
eeeevvvvil (exaggerates the word imitating Austin Powers’ voice) humanized form
of that animal or possibly a human with the eeeevvvvil traits of a mongoose. So, down deep there has to be something that
is in him that has a foundation in truth.
There is also truism in the way he idolized wRen. Even villains have a weakness, a fatal flaw
that leads to their own destruction. His
was wRen.
Z: I wouldn’t
say idolized… lustized.
A: Is that a
word? (Checks the online dictionary, can’t
find it, but decides she likes the word and puts it in her personalized
dictionary: Words According to Ang)
Z: In my book
it’s a word.
A: Mine, too!
Z: Huh? (Thinks he says that way too often around
Ang)
A: Truth is
so complex. Tell me I'm clever, Tell me I'm kind, Tell me I'm
talented, Tell me I'm cute, Tell me I'm sensitive, Graceful and wise, Tell me
I'm perfect - But tell me the truth. Shel Silverstein said that.
Z: You can’t handle the truth! (Uses his best Jack Nicholson impersonation)
A:
You do know your quotes, but that quote shows that even Prez Jeff knew
that the foundation of all writing has a kernel of truth.
Z:
So you are saying there is a underpinning of truth that a planet
Starling really could exist?
A:
Didn’t I say that earlier? According
to Winston Churchill, A
lie gets halfway around the world before the truth has a chance to get its
pants on.
So anything is possible.
Z:
So, it is possible that you would actually tell your true age?
A:
No... see the number is a lie.
Z:
You eating that bear-claw in your pocket?
A:
(She places a hand over her breast)
Don't touch this!
Z:
Fine!
A:
According to Eminem, A lot of truth is said in jest.
Z: That doesn’t answer my question.
A:
Galileo Galilei said, All
truths are easy to understand once they are discovered; the point is to
discover them.
Z:
So what is your point?
A:
That even the most far-fetched tales, have a glimmer of truth, and I
will never tell you where I’ve hidden Mama Stella’s dessert recipes.
Z: (Grins)
Keep ‘em, just keep making the desserts to share.
A: (Frowns, realizing she unwittingly weaseled
her way into making all the desserts)
Z: (Wondering how he would extricate that pastry
from her blouse pocket without being thought a perv or creep... he eyes the
pointer end of his conductor's wand... and bounces his well embrowedness)
If
you are interested in finding out more about the planet Starling, Mong and
wRen, read, SNAKE DANCE.
About the Story
In the vast ebony chasm of space, on the planet
Starling wRen, a winged chickalas with the rare ability to fly defies a
submissive heritage, braving the dark legends of the Asp to be with VeIper,
enemy to the Kin, the protectors of her Nestling.
Meanwhile, VeIper seeks to free his species from
ethnic cleansing as well as win the awe of the beautiful and defiant wRen. Mong, a slayer, has already claimed wRen and
vows to destroy those of VeIper's kind.
Each seek their vision with rapacious intensity but with Mong's
impervious power, the subjugation of wRen and the death of VeIper might be
pre-destined.
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