One of the things I want most is to write fiction for a living. Whether or not it’ll ever happen, I have no idea, but as long as I have stories and the will to tell them, I’m going to keep writing them down.
Except for my earliest attempts, I’ve always written male main characters. I never thought much about the reasons; it just sort of happened. But recently, I did.
One, more male characters = more HoYay and more slash. Which I’ve kinda been into since before I even knew what it was.
Two, writing male characters lets me put more distance between myself and them. I always play the spectator/director and don’t get too enmeshed or identify too closely. That way, I can avoid putting too much of myself in the story.
That leads to reason Number Three, the dreaded Mary Sue. Writing her is apparently a capital offense. Writing as an outsider let me feel protected, gave me some assurance I was (like any “good” writer should) just analyzing and presenting a character instead of putting out some ideal version of myself or simply indulging my fantasies. Because, as I’d internalized without even knowing, writing to indulge your fantasies or merely acknowledging certain ones is the worst thing you can do, and even just being accused of it is The Crime That Shall Not Be Named.
Then, on a whim, I looked up an old fan fiction site. Not mine; someone else’s I first found ages ago. (more…)