Words, Words, Words ___________________ by Kiefer Nemeth
Leon Evans: Stephanie Miller:
Cast of Characters A writer in his early 20s. A woman in her early 20s; Leon’s girlfriend.
Scene Leon’s study, where he writes his novels. Time The present.
SETTING:
AT RISE:
Scene 1 We are in the study of LEON EVANS and STEPHANIE MILLER, a dark and mostly empty room, save for one large, old desk in the center. On it sits both a laptop, closed and set aside, and a typewriter, old but well-cared for. Also on the desk are various papers, sticky notes, a pile of folders in one corner, and a Christmas themed mug. Attached to the front of the desk is a poster for a television show titled The Serious Network, with a picture of a man pointing to a globe, subtitled “Global warming? But I’m still paying my heating bill!” It is a satirical variety show. To the right of the desk is a wastebin, opaque and metal. A light hits the floor downstage right, signifying a window. The evening is advanced, and the apartment is quiet. LEON sits at his desk, typing tentatively on his typewriter. He has dark, longish hair held out of his face by a clip. His peach colored button-up shirt is unbuttoned at the top, revealing his white undershirt. Wireframe glasses sit low on the bridge of his nose. After multiple spurts of typing, LEON stops and pauses for several moments. Then he decisively pulls the paper from the carriage, folds it carefully
in half, then leans over and drops it gently into the wastebin. He replaces it, begins typing, then stops immediately. With a sigh, he leans back in his chair. His hands slip from the keys and into his lap. He takes a beat. LEON Words... Words. Words, why won’t you work? Isn’t that your purpose, what you were created for? You are designed for the sole function of semanticity, and yet this-- (LEON kicks over the wastebin, revealing countless neatly folded papers sitting uselessly in it.) This means nothing. Someone could read any of these and have no idea what you’re trying to say. That doesn’t make any sense. You have meaning as individual units. I know that “shoe” describes the creatively sewn slab of leather on my foot, but somehow altogether, it’s lost. (LEON, collecting himself, realizes he can’t leave the papers strewn across the floor. He kneels down to pick them all up and return the bin to its vertical state. He stops to unfold a few of the pages as he stands.) “Of to was hand if loss yes must the sit.” There. Random words strung together. No meaning, no coherence. Is this what you take me for? Countless attempts and I get nothing more than effortless and pointless dribble. Why must you insist on putting me through this torment? The information in my mind is my own, and yet you withhold it from me. I am a prisoner to what you allow me to communicate. I find it funny, to be manipulated by that which man created for the very intention of finding control. That’s a good question though, why we use you so religiously. I mean, in reality all you do is call attention to all of the concepts we
can’t simply point to and grunt. Maybe that’s a bit pessimistic. There’s got to be some concrete idea that I can get across. That’s all I need to do: make someone, anyone understand. I’m sure it would be plenty easy to convey that I’m an absolute lunatic. Hell, I’ve surpassed speaking to inanimate objects and begun speaking with abstract concepts. (LEON sits back down at the typewriter to take another swing at continuing his writing endeavor. Shortly after, STEPHANIE walks into the room. She is in business attire, just returned from the attorneys’ office. Her long, dirty blonde hair, in a ponytail, looks like it has been blown by a powerful fan and liberally treated with hairspray. She only wears mascara at this point. If she were to wear more makeup, by the day’s end, mascara would be all that she was left with.) STEPHANIE Hey, Leon. I’m only in to let you know I’m home. (STEPHANIE walks to LEON, puts her hands on his shoulders, and leans over to kiss the top of his head.) Good to see you’re getting some work done on your novel. Anything to share or do you need me out of your hair? LEON Your timing is perfect, actually. I was just making some great headway in it. STEPHANIE
You were? That’s great, although I have to admit I’m surprised, considering the ranting I could hear all the way down the hall as I came in. I must say, from what I heard, the words sounded like they were flowing pretty well. LEON Believe me, they had other plans. I think they have written somewhere on their schedule for the day, “make Leon’s day hell.” STEPHANIE (Making her way to the trash bin to read discards.) I think you’re being a bit dramatic. LEON I am a writer, after all. STEPHANIE Really, though, you’re writing a novel. This is supposed to be making you happy. It is something you’ve chosen to do on top of all the work you already do. lEON Yeah, well the “work” I do is standing behind a counter for hours on end selling books to strangers. If I didn’t have something outside of that, I would go mad. Although I’m not certain the preventive care is doing its job. STEPHANIE (The care in STEPHANIE’s eyes is obvious, although she remains firm and confident in order to stabilize LEON.) At least you’re working in a bookstore, around something you love. Plus you work daily on searching and applying for jobs that you actually want to do. Have you heard back from
any of the newspapers you’ve contacted? With the experience you have in journalism, one of them is bound to see some value in you. LEON None of them have seemed interested so far. That’s why I’m trying to get this novel finished as fast as I can. STEPHANIE “That’s” why? What exactly is “that?” If efficiency is really your biggest concern, then you would be using the computer sitting right next to you instead of a dusty old typewriter. Is there some fantasy going on in your head that I’m not on the same page with? LEON (LEON stands finally and makes his way to the window to release the built up content of his mind into the outside air.) If I don’t get a real job, then self-publishing is all I have going for me. It’s my one grip on the rest of humanity, my one opportunity to make a mark. It’s my legacy. That’s no fantasy, only fact. I’ve dedicated too much life to my goal of becoming an author to make any life-changing decisions about my career. We’re not in college anymore. STEPHANIE That’s ridiculous. LEON That I can’t make any big economic changes right now? No, I thi- STEPHANIE No. Not that. “Becoming an author?” Are you suggesting that you are not? You write every single day, excitedly, obsessively. Novel aside, at breakfast you chuckle to me
about posts you make on Goodreads discussing the book you just read. When you come home for lunch right as I’m leaving to go back to work, you ask me if I read the blog post you made reviewing the local theater group. And I tell you no, but I’ll read it later. Then I don’t find time until right before bed, but I still love it. Some days I come home and just dip in to say hello because you’re so engrossed in your story. You hide it from me, Leon, but I see your smile as you sit there and type. You are an author. Don’t give me any bullshit considering otherwise. LEON Having confidence in who I am and claiming that my works are legitimate isn’t going to put any money in my pocket. It won’t put my name in any stores. The only way I can make anything happen is through dedication and putting something on the shelves to get my name out there. This novel is the only thing holding me back. STEPHANIE This novel is supposed to be part of who you are, what drives you forward. You are letting it control you, giving it this sort of sentience that allows it to be separate from you. This is your creation. Make it for you. LEON This isn’t for me. I am not the audience of this novel. STEPHANIE (Losing her patience.) Who is it for then, Leon? Who are you planning on changing the life of? LEON What? No. Well-- I mean, me. My life. That isn’t why I’m going through all of this, though. STEPHANIE (Firmly.)
Why are you doing this, Leon? LEON (After a significant beat.) Because... Because I want to be understood. (BLACKOUT) (END OF SCENE) Scene 2 SETTING: The set remains the same: LEON’s study. The room is empty, and the air feels heavy. It is the next day. After his conversation with STEPHANIE, LEON never truly left his study. His spirit remained, bouncing from wall to wall, frantically trying to understand its place. A cup of coffee and a box of chocolates sit in the middle of the desk. A note is attached to the top of the chocolate box. It is the afternoon, around 3 o’clock. The sun shines harshly through the window. AT RISE: LEON walks through the door with a laptop bag over his shoulder and a cup of coffee in hand. He looks stressed and tired, but still someone calm. He has yet to reach a state of hysteria as he may soon. He wears a long, olive green coat over his bookstore uniform, which is just a button up shirt
and khaki pants. As he sets down his coffee and bag and pulls out his chair, he pauses and notices the box and coffee on his desk. He takes the note from the box and reads it aloud. LEON “I bought you these chocolates on my break so you could come home to a happy surprise. It is possibly the most cliché gift ever, but I thought it was melodramatic enough for you, Mr. Artist.” (LEON looks visibly offended.) Now that’s just rude. (He continues reading.) “I also got you a cup of coffee because I figured I should get you something practical as well. I hope you didn’t already buy yourself a cup. If you did, I hope you enjoy both. You’re a great writer, I believe in you, all that jazz. Love, Steph.” (He looks at the cup of coffee he brought in, then down at the cup already sitting on his desk. He shrugs and opens the box to pop a chocolate in his mouth. He closes his eyes, smiles, and breathes deeply, then looks once more at STEPHANIE’s note. He sits down to enjoy the chocolate and read the note again. STEPHANIE enters shortly after, her hair in a ponytail. She wears a blue t-shirt and jeans.) STEPHANIE Hey, you’re home! I see you got my message. LEON
It was quite sweet of you, I must say. It’s only just now occurred to me that you had to stop at two different shops to get these things. You didn’t have to do that for me. STEPHANIE Are you going to get all sentimental on me so early in the day? It’s a cheesy box of chocolates. It was supposed to be funny, not for you to take so seriously. LEON Long day, I guess. I don’t have much capacity for humor right now. That’s not to say your gifts aren’t appreciated. Just the opposite; it was a wonder to come home to. STEPHANIE You’re still doing it. (STEPHANIE leans over LEON to grab a chocolate from the box. She notices the two cups of coffee.) Oh damn, you did already get coffee. Well, more caffeine means more productivity, doesn’t it? LEON If that were true, with as much coffee as I drink, I’d be as prolific as Picasso. I actually can’t take it, though. I need to begin my trip to a potential buyer of my last short story shortly. You’re welcome to have it. STEPHANIE Oh, but you just got home. Do you at least have time to sit down and watch the new episode of The Serious Network? I have the rest of the day off, and I thought you could use some time to destress. LEON (Pauses significantly. His face looks slightly pained, as if
trying to make a difficult decision.) I... That’s not worth my time. (LEON does not look at STEPHANIE as he grabs his bag and cup of coffee before standing up to exit.) STEPHANIE That’s fine. Go do what you need to do. (STEPHANIE does not want to accept what LEON has just said, but does not want to create conflict. She is visibly irritated by his tone.) Good luck. LEON (Pauses before exiting through the open door.) Thanks. STEPHANIE (Waits for LEON to leave.) Oh, I wanna hit him. I really do. No... No. He’s just trying to do the right thing. (STEPHANIE sits down in LEON’s chair and sighs. She looks at the typewriter on the desk for a moment, then over to the wastebasket next to the desk. She notices that LEON’s rejections are still in it. She stands, moves over to them, and grabs a paper out of the bin. She moves to the front of the desk and leans against it, reciting the page aloud.)
“Armen pumped his arms furiously as his legs carried him briskly through the halls of the high school at which he taught. Although it was a Saturday, a teacher’s job is never relaxing. At this particular moment in time, it was quite the opposite. Armen had never dealt with a student with such emotional baggage, and frankly, he was hoping he would never have to. Jake wasn’t like other students. The determination with which Jake failed his classes baffled all educators who he had encountered. Halfway down the current hallway, Josephine stepped into the classroom from her classroom door. ‘Hi Armen,’ she stated calmly. ‘You seem to be in quite a hurry.’ Armen did not want to, but he stopped purely to be polite. ‘It’s Jake. I have business to attend to. I’m sure you understand.’ Josephine casually scoffed. She appeared to roll her eyes a bit, but Armen couldn’t be sure. Her verbal and physical rhetoric always masked some level of conspiracy. ‘I am certain that whatever he’s done now is no worse than what he’s done in the past,’ she assured. ‘You are simply wasting your time. That’s all you ever do. You want to protect the unprotected, reach the unreachable. You aren’t so powerful, Armen. When will you accept that you just can’t’”- (STEPHANIE stops reading. The page stops there.) Oh, Leon. You write yourself into characters in the least subtle of ways. You were on such a great track, but you got far too grand. It’s not all about saving the world. Just Jake is enough. (BLACKOUT)
SETTING:
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(END OF SCENE) Scene 3 42 minutes have passed since LEON left his study. STEPHANIE has remained in the room, reading LEON’s discarded papers. The cup of coffee still sits on the desk, and the box of chocolates has been pushed aside. STEPHANIE sits at LEON’s chair, reading a piece of paper. She has removed the papers from the wastebasket and formed a stack on the desk. Her eyes are fixated on the words, and her expression looks both intrigued and incredibly concerned. After a few moments, LEON walks through the door. STEPHANIE is shocked that he is home so early. LEON is surprised to see STEPHANIE sitting in his study. At first, neither says anything. Both are still rattled from LEON’s passive aggressive outburst.
LEON You’re reading my discards. STEPHANIE Sorry about that. I wanted to know what you found so wrong with them. I didn’t think you would mind too much if I took a look. LEON
I don’t mind. STEPHANIE Something’s definitely up, though. You weren’t gone for very long. What happened? LEON To summarize, they didn’t buy. I wonder why they even took the time to call me in for an appointment. They clearly had little to no interest in anything I had written. It was humiliating. STEPHANIE That’s too bad. You’ll have more opportunities though. This isn’t the end of the world. LEON Right... You’re reading my discards? STEPHANIE Again, yes. I didn’t think you’d have such a problem with it. LEON That’s not it. I am just curious as to why you willingly spend your time reading them. STEPHANIE Maybe it’s to get an idea of what’s gotten into you. Your behavior has gone beyond a point of dramatic and into the realm of self-destructive. You’re catastrophizing every small problem, ignoring things that will help you, and frankly, you’re being an asshole. And that’s the part that’s really taking my frustration from caring about you to wanting to punch you in the face. LEON I understand why you may be frustrated, but there is no ignoring the fact that I have priorities. There are goals and actions that I must focus on if I am to succeed in any
future endeavors. I’m sorry, but if I don’t have time for something, I simply don’t have time. STEPHANIE Above all else, your health should be a priority. What’s the use in having wealth and fame and success if you’ve gone mad and aren’t able to enjoy it? LEON I’m not going mad. STEPHANIE Then listen to me. You need to come down from wherever you’ve been for the past few days, or hell, even weeks or months. Say what you want about these drafts you threw out, but I’ve learned something from reading them. I know exactly why you’ve been having trouble with this novel. LEON How can you know something so complex phrased so simply? After only reading a few rejects, what end could you have possibly come to? STEPHANIE I can see exactly where you break, Leon. These are the flaws, all bundled up conveniently in one place. After reading only a few rejects, it’s obvious they all have one thing in common: where they end. Each one trails off in this overwhelming, existentialist ramble that gets too big for its own shorts. You need to calm down and level your ideas. You’re making writing impossible for yourself. LEON It is easy enough to attribute all of my failure to one sole behavior. Writing has more facets than to allow for such explicit solutions, though. On top of that, I cannot turn my style of writing on a dime and magically become better.
Sure, it’s easy to say that I can just change that and all be better, but it’s more complicated than that. I can’t just change how I write. STEPHANIE (Cutting LEON off slightly.) Will you just shut up and accept that you have a problem so that you can fix it? LEON I know I have a problem! STEPHANIE Well I’m telling you what it is so you can sit down and do something about it! LEON Then what exactly is the problem? What action do you suggest I take in order to reestablish my capabilities as a writer? STEPHANIE (STEPHANIE takes a deep breath before continuing. Her frustration has been building through the conversation, but she knows that this situation must be handled with care.) You need to realize you aren’t going to change the world with your writing. Even if you do, that’s not what you should aim for. I know motivational speakers will tell you to shoot for the stars, but sometimes the stars aren’t where you’re needed. We need you down here, I need you. Your novel only needs to change one person’s life. It’s OK if that one person is you. LEON (This comment truly hits LEON. It hits him hard. At first he is
unable to say anything, and he realizes arguing will get him no further. He must accept STEPHANIE’s statements.) Then what do I do? STEPHANIE Be Armen. You’ve been Jake for too long, you need to be Armen. I am certain he has the dedication to make a difference, and I am certain Jake knows deep down that he can change. LEON (LEON stares down at his feet for some time, looking deep in thought about something.) Do you think I was really being Jake? He’s kind of a dick. STEPHANIE (STEPHANIE laughs boisterously.) The emphasis was on his stubbornness to change, but I guess you share some more traits. LEON Words can hurt, you know. I can tell you, I’m a writer. (LEON hesitates a moment.) If your offer still stands, I’d love to join you in watching The Serious Network. (BLACKOUT) (END OF ACT)