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dragonlady7Love this song. Love it a lot.
Woke early from a dream. I had a dream the night before last which I forgot to log, but it involved being a special forces operative in Iraq and I was hanging out with this huge family (it wasn't really Iraq, that's just obviously the name my brain gives to Far-Away War-Torn Places) and the Army came and was shooting the place up and I was trying to help them get out of there. WTF? No idea.
And last night I went back to Britain to see the true love I left behind there so very long ago, only she had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend, but it was ok, we all lived happily together and went to lectures. Yeah, I've really got no idea. I'd email her but last I heard from her was a big long anti-Bush rant after the London bombings and I wrote back to tell her she was not wrong but that was sort of the end of the conversation, I guess. Still and all. My subconscious is an astonishingly irrelevant place.
I went and answered nature's call and discovered that Z was awake. I waved to him and went back to bed, because my flannel sheets are very cozy and the real world not so much. So he got out of his bed and came to snuggle with me, which was quite nice, as he's been doing intensive solo sleeping lately to get rid of his Snotbola (cold). He did snork unpleasantly in my ear during an intimate moment, but I wasn't going to complain, as he was warm and fuzzy otherwise. Also he dozed off and hooted my boob in his sleep, which was just adorable.
He got up and went off to work, with some grumbling, and I followed a link someone had posted and started reading the blog of Jennifer Crusie's collaboration with Bob Mayer: He Wrote, She Wrote. It's hysterical. I absolutely loved the post about the failed early-draft sex scenes where he admitted that the hero was "taking one for the team" and Jennie nearly drove six hours to personally shoot him in the head.
It's got me thinking a little bit about male-female communications and, of course, whether my damn novel is any good. It's sort of really a romance novel because obviously the characters are more important than the plot, and specifically the characters' relationship is important, but it's told from the man's POV and... Yeah, maybe it's a disaster. We'll have to see about that ONCE IT'S FINISHED.
Woke early from a dream. I had a dream the night before last which I forgot to log, but it involved being a special forces operative in Iraq and I was hanging out with this huge family (it wasn't really Iraq, that's just obviously the name my brain gives to Far-Away War-Torn Places) and the Army came and was shooting the place up and I was trying to help them get out of there. WTF? No idea.
And last night I went back to Britain to see the true love I left behind there so very long ago, only she had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend, but it was ok, we all lived happily together and went to lectures. Yeah, I've really got no idea. I'd email her but last I heard from her was a big long anti-Bush rant after the London bombings and I wrote back to tell her she was not wrong but that was sort of the end of the conversation, I guess. Still and all. My subconscious is an astonishingly irrelevant place.
I went and answered nature's call and discovered that Z was awake. I waved to him and went back to bed, because my flannel sheets are very cozy and the real world not so much. So he got out of his bed and came to snuggle with me, which was quite nice, as he's been doing intensive solo sleeping lately to get rid of his Snotbola (cold). He did snork unpleasantly in my ear during an intimate moment, but I wasn't going to complain, as he was warm and fuzzy otherwise. Also he dozed off and hooted my boob in his sleep, which was just adorable.
He got up and went off to work, with some grumbling, and I followed a link someone had posted and started reading the blog of Jennifer Crusie's collaboration with Bob Mayer: He Wrote, She Wrote. It's hysterical. I absolutely loved the post about the failed early-draft sex scenes where he admitted that the hero was "taking one for the team" and Jennie nearly drove six hours to personally shoot him in the head.
It's got me thinking a little bit about male-female communications and, of course, whether my damn novel is any good. It's sort of really a romance novel because obviously the characters are more important than the plot, and specifically the characters' relationship is important, but it's told from the man's POV and... Yeah, maybe it's a disaster. We'll have to see about that ONCE IT'S FINISHED.
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Date: 2006-03-22 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-22 03:54 pm (UTC)Besides which her blog is so goddamned well-written.
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Date: 2006-03-23 05:55 am (UTC)I mean, surely everyone of both genders has an experience where they have sex because it seemed good for the psyche of the person they love?
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Date: 2006-03-23 02:58 pm (UTC)I've actually got a whole thought process brewing that will probably never actually result in a post, that theorizes that really men and women aren't very different but we are socialized to use different coping mechanisms. Like, really-- I went and read the individual blogs of each of those authors, and hers is all about her failures to diet and her menopausal depression and her disorganization and her, like, pets; and his is all three-line "my book is out" type announcements, with tiny snippets of personal information where relevant ("have been moving house so have blogged little" type stuff). And then he got in on this dual blog and is up there spilling his guts right alongside her-- the tone and contents of their posts are so similar that I sometimes wouldn't know who had written the entry without scrolling back up to see the heading. Obviously he's either not actually all that taciturn but was being so because that was what seemed appropriate and acceptable (for a man whose "book tours" consisted of Ft. Bragg and Ft. Benning, you bet your ass he's not going to have a cherry-themed blog about his pets...), or somebody's ghostwriting the things for him.
Obviously what changed was not his masculinity, but his audience. A man speaking mostly to women? Will have almost no problem talking about his feelings, if a bit limitedly. But he knew fine well that his earlier target audience (military men) were not going to be interested in his feelings and would actually be quite put off by them.
Perhaps if the book were being marketed to men, it would be Crusie who would be learning why taking one for the team is important, not Mayer who would be learning never to say so.
I admit I'm fascinated by the project and I wish more people would explore the not-so-gappiness of the gender gap.
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Date: 2006-03-24 01:59 am (UTC)