What other names did your parents consider for you?
Well, my father wanted to name me Rita. This was before the time of lovely meter maids, so the only reason Mother put the kabosh on this idea was that to her it sounded like the name of a truckstop waitress. (I pause to apologize to any Ritas currently in the audience. Oh, and not that there's anything wrong with truckstop waitresses, either.)
So there's that story.
Who is ever initially content with their given name? I HATED mine!
What if I was in on the naming process? What if, still in swaddling clothes, I knew right then that I wanted to grow into a hopeless romantic – how would I style myself then: 'Yseult Danaé is the confidante of M. Gillenormand. She is a vampire slayer who is gifted with magickal powers. Her hair is lush amber and her cerulean eyes are soul-piercing. She is instantly recognizable by her rakish scar.'
It's many years later. My lush amber hair has been cut short and is now black. I wear glasses so men's souls are safe from my eyes' piercing properties. But the scar? I remain proudly recognizable. Jean Claude St. Claire de Fleur de la Tour et Lafitte avec Buerre could fight well.
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