So last week I had a little bit of a ranty post about how so many male authors seem to be allergic to any kind of happy ending. And a comment by one of my male pals got me to wondering...what exactly is it that MEN look for in entertainment that is actually being delivered by the books written by their half of the species.
Sarah Kay is a spoken word poet, and I think I may now be in love with her:
So, we have finally reached the end of the summer. Next week I’ll be back in the classroom, listening to some lecture on Physics 101 and writing Project Carson in a notebook when I’m supposed to be taking notes. Ah well. What’s a GPA, right?
This week I read the 300,000-word Year’s Best Science Fiction 28, edited by Gardner Dozois. It’s one of my favorite anthology series, although I’m still not sure how to pronounce Gardner’s last name. I find it interesting to see what themes pop up in each year’s stories. For example, this year’s were mostly near-future with a post-apocalypse-but-hopeful flavor.
I did a lot of editing this week, so I’ll count that for around 1,000 words (time-wise) plus another 685 of actual writing. So that’s around 337 words per day. Not a lot, but I had lots of pre-school stuff to take care of, and editing has never been my strong suit.
17,284 words written/40 days = 432 words per day. Not bad, not great. Not quite my goal but I also did around 6,000 words of fanfic, so I guess it kind of works out…
I also read something like 30-40 books.