Ain't Nothin' Like Good Sax

I'm sitting here in the business office of my apartment complex, typing my blog to the sounds of a really good sax player wailing out Christmas carols in the next room.  He's the kind of saxist that make music sound sexy.  He lingers on the the low notes and the vibrato of his alto sax makes the muscles in my stomach jump in response.  On the high notes, his sax is sweet and pure.  He lifts you up with him on the high notes and holds you there with the sweet promise of so much more to come.  I saw him as I walked in; he's a good looking man who is intent upon his music.  And I have to have him. 

Oh, not for me - but as a character.  My mind has already set up a scenario for a Christmas romance.  I could begin the book by writing a scene similar to the delightful women's brunch I just came from; perhaps the hero and heroine could be the son and daughter of two women who were plotting at the brunch.   They have become very good friends and realize that their son/daughter would be perfect for each other. They also know that the hero (the sax player I'm listening to right now who has, by the way, just started playing 'I'll Be Home For Christmas') and the heroine have each recently come out of relationships tht were destined to go nowhere.  They aren't looking for anyone, they both hate that their friends are constantly trying to set them up on blind dates, all that sort of rubbish.  So, how to get the two to meet?  Let's see:  I'll have the women plan on attending one of their social group's many Christmas events.  Their drive to the holiday play starts innocently enough but during the ride, they impetuously decide they need to step in and do something because no one should be alone at Christmas, right?  The two women conspire to bring the two together: each will call their son/daughter and tell them they are stranded on the side of the road - my moon roof is actually malfunctioning at the moment so I'll use that as their excuse for pulling over.  However, they won't tell their kids why they pulled over.  The unsuspecting hero and heroine will arrive in record time to rescue their mothers from unimagined horrors on the part of the daughter (mom on the side of the road in the dark equals rapists and boogeymen and all manner of bad things), to the more pragmatic reaction of the son (has mom run out of gas again?).   The daughter will be flying down the country road and pass the son.  As soon as she's back in her lane, she'll have to slam on her brakes to avoid hitting a deer.  Of course, sax player will have to stand on his brakes to avoid hitting her!  He yells out the window at her, she's already scared to death because she's now got a picture in her mind of her mother lying dead in a ditch somewhere (she's sure her mother is now a victim of a serial killer), and some jerk in a Jeep is yelling at her because she refuses to hit a deer and OMG now he's actually following her!  She calls the police to report that she has a stalker on her tail on a dark country road, and she also tells the police to check on her mother - that she's sure her mother, her organized, efficient, unflappable mother is in big trouble.  I'll get the two to their location with lots of flashing blue lights - sax player is, of course, oblivious to his possible imminent arrest as a stalker.  Seeing the blue lights ahead approaching behind him as he pulls up behind the daughter, he's thinking that something had actually happened to his scatterbrained mom after all.  Of course, their instant attraction is skillfully disguised as flashing tempers from the son and daughter towards each other when they actually meet, and their mothers can't help but stir the pot a bit with their angelic interference.  With these two moms as matchmakers, their kids don't stand a chance!  I'll write it as one series of comic events after another.  I have lots of ideas for this short Harlequin style story and can't wait to start working on it.

Hmmmm, a story idea just from listening to a man practicing his sax.  How's that for using each experience I come across as fodder for my writing?  And what to do if it turns out that this is not a good story for me to write...if the words won't come or if the plot just trudges along and the writing is boring, the humor too obvious or heavy handed?  I'll just follow the sage advice provided in this quote:

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The wastebasket is a writer's best friend. ~Isaac Bashevis Singer

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