This week I’ve had the extreme pleasure of having my son visit. What amazes me is that small rascally boy has grown to interesting man! Yeah, I know, kids grow. they make our hair turn gray, shave years off OUR lives with their antics, listen to different music, have their own language and strange sense of humor. Then **poof** they morph. I saw this with my darling daughter, but she’s always been focused (and a ton of fun!)
But my son a man? Men are wired differently than women. Directions? Who needs them. That bolt won’t come out? Use a bigger hammer. And they way they dress? In my humble experience, my guys still need Garanimals! Clothes shopping yesterday with dear son was not a total joy–DD & I both found new shoes and clothes. Dear son went to the rack, selected two pair of shorts and a shirt and was finished! His three selection cost the equivalent of three pair of shoes and two shirts! He’s a man, he doesn’t care about sales and percent off. I tried to tell him that math is an intregal part of shopping!! And chemistry is involved in perfume and clothes, therefore he ‘must’ check labels. I’m pretty sure this bounced off him as he rolled his eyes and quickly walked to the nearest available space he could park his butt.
So what does this have to do with writing? Everything! Men aren’t the same. Not in their speech, mannerisms, walk, and well, most of the things they do. It bothers me greatly to read a male character who isn’t fully formed. Just watch a bunch of guys and you’ll learn how different they are. A whole new species.
But my dear son, you will always be my sweet baby. 🙂