I been a bad, bad blogger, but I've been writing Summer Dreaming, which releases August 4, 2015! And then there is my day job as a mild-mannered accountant!
So today I'm bring back an old, but popular post about writing the male POV...
Even though my male Peruvian dance instructor
reads/writes poetry, says that East of Eden reminds him of Thanksgiving and
writes things on Facebook like, “When I’m with you, there is a million dances
but not enough songs.” and “Fingerprints that you left in my soul.” he will
then post as his Facebook status:
Counting sheep is boring…. one Playmate, two
Playmates….
As a female writing from the male point of view you
need to remember that
men like sex. Men think about sex. All the time.
What else do you need to know? You need to decode
what men say.
For instance below are the results from a Men’s
Health magazine survey that asked men to list of The Top 5 Qualities Men Want
in a Wife.
And as a public service to women writers I will
decode this list – what these men are really thinking are in the parenthesis.
The Top 5 Qualities Men Want in a Wife Decoded:
1. Financial Savvy (will not spend more than $100
on a single item of clothing – including shoes and handbags)
2. Independent (has her own stuff going on so she
won’t notice if I go out with the guys for a beer)
3. Intelligent (knows not to walk in front of the
TV or talk during a game)
4. Loyal (will not disclosed embarrassing info
about him to her girlfriends/family)
5. Sexually Adventurous (will have sex more than
once a week)
So there you have it – men decoded.
Here’s a sample from Playing For Keeps - Fantasy Football Romance (Season 1)
Once
seated, Ryan did his best with small talk as dinner was served. Having Jake and
Hannah act as chaperones helped. It kept him from jumping Samantha, who at the
moment seemed to be interested in the intricacies of her place setting, leaving
her dinner plate untouched.
“You’re not eating,”
commented Ryan.
“I’m supposed to tell
you I’m not hungry, but I’d be lying. The truth is, my dress is ready to bust
at the seams.”
Bust. He couldn’t
help it. Really, he couldn’t. His eyes dropped to the material straining
against her full breasts. An amber necklace fell just above her cleavage like a
sign saying ‘This Way’. Would he be a complete degenerate if he silently wished
for the fabric to give way? No, he didn’t think so. He was being a man. That’s
what men did, they wished, fantasized, and dreamt of sex. Statistics proved it.
Who was he to fight Mother Nature?
“Ryan?”
Whoops,
caught in the act. “Just admiring your necklace.” Taking a sip of water, he
looked across the table at Jake.
“By the look on your
face you want to be my necklace.”
He choked on the
water as a laugh threatened to burst out. If he wasn’t mistaken she was flirting
with him and he responded in kind. “Or your dress.”
