by Shelt Garner
I may have a problem. Sorta. I have a female protagonist and much to my chagrin, I realize looking over the first act that more than once I have leaned into a “spicy” situation to progress the plot forward. I’m afraid my heroine is going to come across as something of a slut.
And, yet, in this topsy-turvy world we’re in at the moment, I suppose being so sex positive as an author will be seen as a good thing. But for the fact that to some (many?), uh, I’m a smelly “CIS white male” who is just doing it because I want to fuck my heroine.
Or something. Something along those –never-get-a-dude-the-benefit-of-the-doubt lines
But, in general, I’m very pleased with what’s going on with this novel. I’m just a little concern about….uh…length. The novel continues to “breath” growing bigger and smaller as I keep fucking tinkering with it. I have got to stop doing that and lock things down one way or another.
If I don’t, I’ll be dodging bombs during the Fourth Turning a year from now and STILL now have finished the third draft.