Writing a Woman—A Guy's Perspective
DAY 110 - 26/20/4 - My fingers flashed as I typed through my novel's fourth chapter. I hit the keys in rapid succession. But then, I froze. My thumbs twiddled, like a nervous school kid's. I couldn't type any further, because a peculiar thought entered my mind. "Should I even be writing about her bosom?" It's not as if I've never written a female character. I've written several for my theatrical plays. They were designed through stage direction, costuming and dialogue—all of which are external features. Because of this, I never worried too much about getting my characters exactly right. I knew they would ultimately be portrayed by an actress. She would bring her own mannerisms and physicality to the role. But this would not be the case with my novel. A performer wasn't going to pop out of the page. I t was up to me to create a whole person, with habits, shape, and thoughts. How am I supposed to know what a woman is thinking? Of all the puzzles ...