Thursday, November 20, 2014


A:  Today's Absurdity Day.  (Her announcement doesn't have its usual enthusiasm.  Unlike most days, she wears a very sensible sized-correctly designer blouse, dark, well-pressed pants, a sleek printed scarf draped just right and low heeled shoes.  Her make-up is light and age appropriate, and her hair freshly styled.  She looks decisively uncomfortable)

Z:  Having spent a decade writing with you, every day is Absurdity Day.  (Eyes the outfit, knowing for Ang, this is her idea of absurd... Zi longs for tops that barely fit, missed-matched shoes and pants worn inside-out)

A:  Hardity-har-har... the sparrow was a star... the star was heard... and now it is songbird!  (Twitters in her chair, plucks at her shirt, presses against the crease in her pants as if trying to flatten it)

Z:  Absurd!  (He didn't just mean her words)

A:  (Tugs at her scraf.   Looks up at the Cat in the Hat hat on the bookshelf and resists the urge to plop it on her head)  I'll raise you one.   Galen Beckett wrote, “One is always willfully absurd.... If one does not say silly things with a purpose, then he is merely an idiot.” 

Z:  So you are applying for genius status?  (Notes her wistful gaze, understanding the absurd in her can't abide the normalcy)

A:  Albert Einstein said, “If at first the idea is not absurd, then there is no hope for it.” (Continues to twitch) 

Z:  Are you wearing Flash Gordon underwear?  Where is my writing partner?  What vile creature from the west end of Hades has taken her?   

A:  I know... I look weird.  I feel weird.

Z:  "I can see nothing," said Alice, in Wonderland.  "My, you must have good eyes," replied, Cheshire Cat.

A:  In honor of Absurdity Day I shall share Jabberwocky by Lewis Carroll:



By Lewis Carroll

’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.


“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

      The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

      The frumious Bandersnatch!”


He took his vorpal sword in hand;

      Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree

      And stood awhile in thought.


And, as in uffish thought he stood,

      The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

      And burbled as it came!


One, two! One, two! And through and through

      The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

      He went galumphing back.


“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

      Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”

      He chortled in his joy.


’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

      Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

      And the mome raths outgrabe.

Z:  So what are the plans for the rest of the day?

A:  To research on the internet the meaning of Carroll's gibberish.

Z:  I'm in.  (He reaches for the absurd hat and puts it on her head, takes off her scarf and replaces it with a bright pink boa)

(They both grin)


Steel Embrace Excerpt


Perhaps the items from behind the safe had nothing to do with Titane’s disappearance, but Steel was still putting the pieces together, leaving him little time for a personal life.  Steel’s mental wanderings were abruptly interrupted.


“Put it on or leave,” Charles said.


Seeing this, Steel finally felt the order would have her running for the door.


Her gaze went from one man to the other. Remembering the advice, whatever it takes, she shocked him by saying with unexpected bravado, “Where do I change?”


However, that bluster dissolved at Gamble’s words. “Right here, doll. In front of us. How else can we inspect the merchandise?”


“In front of all three of you?” she blurted. “As if merchandise?” Her hesitation was brief.


They watched.


She hesitated.


Lost within the power of the men’s silence, Steel conceded to himself he had little time for thralls.

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