Marzipan

Being a writer, there are quite a few freakish oddities that happen to me on a regular basis- examples being that time I spent an hour or so writing out conversations with a character, none of which will ever appear in any book, or when I ‘nervously shifted from one foot to the other’ to try and get into another author’s head as to why he wrote that line when it doesn’t make sense and looks quite odd in practice (note: it will never appear in any of my writings due to experience of how ridiculous it appears). Another thing with me is that my mind sometimes gets fixed on one certain, unusual word all day long, and this week, that word happened to be marzipan.

Not a word one hears that often, and I haven’t a clue how this freakish word got into my brain. Tossing it around in my head all day means that I find many a place it could be used in a sentence. It could easily be the name of a character, of course:

Behold, the great Marzipan! I will give you three wishes in return for Pick of Destiny!

It could also be fouler:

What the marzipan is going on in here? Yangley, why are you holding my wallet?

Perhaps:

[whispering] But who understands those rappers girlfriends anyway? They only talk to her because she’s a total marzipan.

Or a bit further, maybe the brother of a velocipede:

Mums, I’m off to ride marzipans with Billy and I’ll be back before tea.

The name of a band?

They decided to name their band some random nonsense word like My Chemical Marzipan

Or one of those medicines they used to feed colonial kids:

You take your codliver oil and marzipan or else…

Or a musical instrument

Squash, you play the pizzacato, and Yackson, give me a solo on the pianoforte. And for Moby’s sake, Fred, get off THAT MARZIPAN!