Sigh, one of the jobs of being a writer means reading and researching. Sometimes a particular subject, and sometimes a broader subject.
Like writing romance.
Yes, my male ego immediately runs shrieking from the room, and I break out in hives at the thought of the word...but it's a fact of life, and there will come a time I will need the skill to include it in a book of mine with competence. And while merely describing the dimensions of some blonde, and arming her with a beer and easily detachable attire might do it for most guys, I'm assured that other readers may demand a tad bit more.
Perhaps a brunette.
Sigh, I reckon I will probably have to broaden the horizons of my reading list. I don't mean anything from Harlequin, but I need to think of a good male author who can include people getting together in his stories. It's either that, or the blonde with the beer and the velcro bindings.
Decisions, decisions.
