Blogging Like a Male Prairie Chick


It's Thursday so I'm blogging over at Prairie Chicks Write Romance.

I thought I'd have a bit of fun today and show you what I learned at a writing workshop about how to write from a male's point of view (POV). In that vein, I've got all the do's and don'ts and think-abouts when it comes to being a male. At least as it was passsed on to me by a female under the direct tutelage of a male.

I've also included a list of books written by male romance writers who hid behind female pen names.

So, head on over and check it out. These are the questions I'm asking this time around:

Are there any names on the list that surprised you? Are there any character traits here that you don’t agree with? When was the last time you just sat there and watched a man – for research purposes, of coourse...

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  1. CherylStJohn13 March 2009 at 12:29

    Anita Mae,

    Sadly, I have Photoshop and three books on how-to, but have never learned.

    So, I open them up in PowerPoint and add WordArt or text over the top, then I save it as a .jpg file, rather than a presentation

    and then I open in in HP Photo where I crop all the white border away from it and re-save it.

    If that's confusing, I can try to walk you through it.

    Cher :-)

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  2. Anita Mae Draper13 March 2009 at 14:05

    Hey, I was just talking about you... on the blog that follows this. :)

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