My wife, an avid reader and very perceptive person who has had a profound influence on my life, asked me the other day, "Why don't you write under the name of a woman?" She has seen me agonizing over the polite but unhelpful rejection letters from agents who have not even read one line of my novel, and thinks it could be that male authors, with the exception of a handful of highly-recognizable ones, are just "out" these days. Maybe they are, especially ones like me who are trying to break into the club, and who have (God forbid!) a male protagonist in a novel that is neither a techno-thriller nor YA. Maybe tweaking what I have a little, changing the title, and writing under a female nom de plume would garner me more offers to at least submit a portion of my work. But do I want to take the novel that, for the past two years, I wrote from my gut, with my feelings and my thoughts in it and change it for the sole purpose of getting it published? Sadly, the answer is no.
I have always loved women, especially those who blend their femininity with intelligence and strength, but I do not want to be one, and I don't think I could pull it off anyway. Comments? Does anyone want to read about men anymore?