My husband read over something I'm currently working on and said, "This reads quite male."
The water from the tap had run over my glass before I knew how to respond. "Male? And how would a female story play out?" I didn't say it with criticism, just curious, and also tickled as somewhere in there, I believe there was a compliment -- I think, maybe...
Hard hitting, short sentences, action packed versus copius description and flowery dialogue? Hemingway versus Austen? Rock and rollers versus nannies? But didn't The Hurt Locker walk away with the Oscars? What constitues female and male writing? And can it be defined?
I finished Possession the other night -- I had tried to make it last as long as possible, like some piece of chocolate stashed in your night stand that you bit off inch by inch. Books alter you -- or at least the truly fine ones do, and I love the imprints they leave behind. This one did, so much so that I gasped at the end, gasped -- like some Victorian lady corseted into suffocation. Now I am bookless, homeless, drifting -- suggestions -- please.
A full week of writing ahead. Rejoicing at the prospect. Also having my picture taken in a cemetary. I will leave that to your imagination.