Questions...questions...?

When you have writer's block how do you break free? 

I go for a hike.  Walking puts me into kind of an “automatic pilot” zone, and it clears all the static clouding my thoughts.  When I’m not worried about anything but putting one foot in front of the other, my thoughts flow easier and I’m able to organize them.

 

Horseshoe Canyon, AZ.  Photo by Kay (2012).

 

My Sexy Saturday

     Don’t you just love the name “My Sexy Saturday ( http://mysexysaturday.blogspot.com/ )?  Yes, that’s right!  “My Sexy Saturday” is a blog hop designed for authors to showcase sexy bits of their stories for your enjoyment (7 words, 7 sentences, or 7 paragraphs).   So, indulge in a bit of sexiness today! 

     In this excerpt from “The Plane Truth”, Emily meets Aiden for the first time… and is rendered speechless. 

     He turned.  It wasn’t Peter.

     Her gaze traveled quickly down the stranger’s body and back up as he walked the few steps toward her.  Wearing jeans, a leather jacket and carrying a red motorcycle helmet, he looked like he just stepped off a movie set and belonged at … “Ace Models is three doors to the left,” she offered.

     He smiled and stretched out his hand.  “Emily, I presume?”

     She cocked her head to the side and nodded, her mouth slightly agape.

     “I’m Aiden Masterson.”

     Their handshake lasted a bit longer than it should have as the information registered.   He wasn’t quite the character she had been expecting to show up when Richard informed her the CEO of an investment firm was coming in to discuss the design of a new office building.

     Their meeting wasn’t scheduled for another hour and Richard was out on a sales call.  She glanced at the clock on the wall and tried to compose herself before meeting his hazel eyes again.

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KAY

What is a name?  Is it all just pure ancestry?  A label?  A definition?

What does it mean if you meet someone with the same name as you?   Probably nothing.  But, what are the chances that your circle collects names that are similar?  Pretty slim.  So, when it happens, you sit up and pay attention.  It’s disquieting to know that there can be such a similarity of letters between strangers.   

Names.  Little badges.  Signposts pointing behind you.  A title that might define your life.

Yet, a name doesn’t belong to one person.  It belongs to everyone that has it, and everyone that doesn’t have it. 

My name may as well be something unpronounceable, or even a symbol.  Prince (one of my favorite musicians) was on to something.  So was the character “Madison” in the movie Splash.   Her real name was a series of sounds. 

Names themselves are meaningless.  The only meanings they have are the values that we attach to them.