Patrick Stutzman: Do You Have To Be Female To Write Female Characters?

There was so much positive response to a recent post on women and science fiction that when I had the chance to invite a male author who writes strong female leads beautifully, I jumped at it. Here is Patrick Stutzman, author of ALONE ON THE EDGE and his new release ALONE IN PARADISE.

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Writing can be a lot of fun, but it can also come with its challenges. Among those challenges can be making your story and/or characters believable, getting the story to flow smoothly and logically, and avoiding the pitfalls into which many authors inadvertently fall. My primary problem involves being a man and writing about a woman.

My series of novels revolves around a woman who finds herself left alone, away from civilization, and must cope with her situation to the best of her abilities. I have received compliments from a number of women that I have somehow managed to pull off the ardent task of hitting the nail on the head as far as accurately portraying female characters. Those that don’t know me figure it is because I am secretly a woman or that I am gay. The last time I checked, I am a male; I have guy parts. And, my wife can assure you that I am not gay.
How do I do it? No, I don’t follow Jack Nicholson’s formula in As Good As It Gets where he says, “I take a man and take away reason and accountability.” It all falls down to observation and error-checking.

As a gamer, I liked to play female characters in my games. I create women player characters in my Dungeons & Dragons and Star Wars roleplaying games, and I have a female character in World of Warcraft and Skyrim. Why? Most of the other players played males. I wanted to have women come along on the adventures, too. With characters like Red Sonja, Wonder Woman, Jean Grey, and Sheena as inspiration, women have just as much capability to kick some major butt as the men.

I live in a house with three other women: my wife and my two daughters. Learning what women are like and how they think, though it is still an exercise, comes a bit easier for me because of that. When I create the women in my books, I take what I know from the three ladies in my life and apply parts of them to the characters.

I cannot honestly say that it’s that easy. After I complete the story, my editor steps in and checks my portrayals for accuracy. It really helps that my editor is a woman, too. If something seems askew, we discuss it and make any necessary changes to finalize the character’s depiction.

I am not the only man that creates female characters, but I am willing to bet that I am one of the few that does not make my women damsels-in-distress or really butch. I have always strived to be as realistic as possible in my stories, and having women properly represented is something I am proud to do.

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Saturday Snippet: Hero And Holy Man – Old Man’s Folly

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Snippets of ten sentences or less are yours for the reading!

Today’s snippet comes from Book Two of The Black Wing Chronicles, quit asking me about a title!

This week’s snippet is the next few sentences that follow last weeks’ snippet in which Blade is still recovering from the hovercycle crash and he’s still on Kah Lahtrec. Tahar, the strange spiritual guru of the Lahtrecki people is still caring for him.

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“You’ll forgive an old man his folly,” Tahar said, breaking through the haze of pain that settled over him. His eyes met Blade’s.

“What folly, Tahar?”

The old man shook his head. “I have watched you die many times. I could not sit quietly and watch it happen again.” A slow, sad smile touched his lips. “I am Tahar. If I cannot interfere in your fate, then I am not worthy of my title.”

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Saturday Snippet: Hero And Holy Man – Campfire Compadres

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Snippets of ten sentences or less are yours for the reading!

Today’s snippet comes from Book Two of The Black Wing Chronicles, quit asking me about a title!

This week’s snippet is the next few sentences that follow last weeks’ snippet in which Blade is still recovering from the hovercycle crash and he’s still on Kah Lahtrec. Tahar, the strange spiritual guru of the Lahtrecki people is still caring for him.

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Chagrined to find himself so infirm that he’d need the help of a frail old man to get to his feet again, Blade swallowed his pride and carefully eased his aching body down onto the terrace across the fire pit from Tahar.

“Aren’t there supposed to be chairs or benches over here?” Taking a deep breath, Blade adjusted his immobilized leg, looking for a position that didn’t cause stabbing pain through his hips and back.

“I removed them.” Reflected firelight glittered in Tahar’s dark eyes. Shifting shadows danced across his face, playing chase in the deep grooves time had etched into his skin. His smile faded. His expression grew distant as he stared into the flames. Leaning forward, he studied them intently.

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Snippet Time! The Hero And The Holy Man

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Snippets of ten sentences or less are yours for the reading!

Today’s snippet comes from Book Two of The Black Wing Chronicles, and no, there is still no title.

While on Kah Lahtrec in the Outland Fringe recuperating from a hovercycle accident, Blade finds himself saddled with an odd nursemaid in the form of the wizened old holy man, Tahar, who once ruled the planet.

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“Why did you come here, Tahar?”

Tahar poked the fire with a long slender stick then gestured towards Blade with it. “There is no way you could have made it up Mt. Jihat in your current state.” The wizened old man smiled broadly. “Since you could not come to me, I come instead to you. Sit. Join me.”

Blade glanced around for something to sit on besides the flagstones that made up the terrace.

“I will help you rise again,” Tahar said. “Sit.”

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This Week’s Snippet: The Hobbling Hero

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Snippets of ten sentences or less are yours for the reading!

Today’s snippet comes from Book Two of The Black Wing Chronicles, still in need of a title.

Our intrepid hero, Blade Devon is recovering from serious injuries he sustained in a hovercycle accident. He is recuperating on the isolated planet in the Outland Fringe called Kah Lahtrec; a planet he fell in love with while shooting the holofeature The Life And Times of Cantrell. This scene takes place on his second day. Blade is adjusting to being alone for the first time in a long while.

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The green waves crested and broke, racing ashore before coyly retreating. Their roar teased Blade, luring him from the cool darkness of the villa. Leaning heavily on Tahar’s gnarled walking stick, he stepped out onto the terrace. The buttery yellow stone pavers already radiated the warmth of the brilliant Lahtrecki sun.

Under his breath, Blade cursed the slow, halting pace as he tested the strength of his leg and found it still unable to bear his weight. The perspiration dotting his upper lip had nothing to do with the heat. He focused on putting one foot in front of the other.

He didn’t look up until he reached the carved balustrade. With a small sigh of relief, he braced his hand on the warm stone and leaned his hip against it. The heat soothed the rising ache in his leg that he couldn’t completely ignore.

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SOVRAN’S PAWN Cover Art – Hot or Not?

Nothing is what it seems…

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#SFFSat Saturday Snippet- 8-11-2012

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. Snippets of ten sentences or less are yours for the reading!

Today’s snippet comes from Book Two of The Black Wing Chronicles, tentatively  titled The Watchtower.

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She hated lying in bed next to him knowing he was going to leave.

The soft, pre-dawn light cast purple shadows inside the well-weathered tent. Though they had both been awake for some time, neither was in a hurry to abandon the warm cocoon of the insulated sleep sack. His touch feather light, he trailed his fingertips along her soft skin, tracing the curve of her shoulder. With a contented sigh, Bo closed her eyes and snuggled closer to him,  savoring their last moments together. The folding cot was barely wide enough for one person but they were accustomed to sharing a small sleeping space; her bunk aboard her ship wasn’t much bigger.

“I shouldn’t have come,” she whispered. “I knew you wouldn’t get any sleep.”

“I got enough.”

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#SFFSat Saturday Snippet- 8-04-2012 SOVRAN’S PAWN

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. On the surface, it’s a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres.

Today’s snippet returns to SOVRAN’S PAWN. (Released in paperback this week and still available in e-book and Kindle on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Smashwords.) Bo’s brother, Edge is explaining the tenets of his Sub-socia organization to her.

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“We don’t take part in subversive actions. We leave the gunrunning to less discerning operations. We’re strictly criminals, not revolutionaries. The most radical thing we’ve run has been Olsatien romantic poetry into the Reykik Convent on Lista 5.”

“Sounds pretty innocuous,” Bo offered.

He shrugged. “Possession of Olsatien romantic poetry is a shooting offense on Lista 5. Transportation of it is even worse.”

“Worse than shooting?”

“Yeah, they make you read it aloud in public.”

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That’s the snippet for the week. Thank you for stopping by. Please take the time to visit the other wonderful authors taking part in Science Fiction/Fantasy Saturday!

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SOVRAN’S PAWN

United by extortion, divided by duty, someone wants them both dead. They want each other. The catch is, nothing is what it seems…

Convicted of treason and sentenced to be executed, Bo Barron is the last person who should be infiltrating a Sub-socia weapons auction. But when her father is kidnapped and the ransom demand is the schematics to an experimental weapon, she has no choice but to go under cover with her uncle to get it.

Nobody counted on former-government-agent-turned-holofeature-hero Blade Devon’s infatuation with her. A botched assassination under the guise of a bar brawl leaves Bo blind and Blade wondering if there isn’t more to this job than he was led to believe.

Never able to resist playing the hero, Blade tends her injuries and delves deeper into the intrigue only to find this mission isn’t about a weapon at all. It’s about two Sovrans’ maneuvering for control, with Bo and Blade as their pawns.

All Bo and Blade have to do is figure out how to survive the game they didn’t know they were playing.

THE LOST DOMINA #SFFSat Snippet for 07/28/2012

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. On the surface, it’s a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres.

This week’s snippet is a complete departure from THE BLACK WING CHRONICLES. I present for your amusement a lost story from a completely different universe. This story dates back to 1987 and was never completed beyond the first few thousand words. It’s currently in development.

A Science Fiction writer discovers that the characters and premise of her book are real. She makes this discovery the night her enemies find her.

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At first, Analise thought her mind was playing tricks on her. On the roadway, not twenty meters away, a group of five men faced Andy. He backed slowly away from them. Analise called out to him. He shouted for her to run. The leader of the group took advantage of Andy’s divided attention and fired. A red light flashed and Andy doubled over. He collapsed onto the pavement and never moved again.

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Well, that’s the Saturday Snippet for this week! Please don’t forget to comment by clicking on either the blog title or the little quotation balloon in the upper right hand corner. Tell your friends. Stop back here next week for another!

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If you’re interested in more about:

SOVRAN’S PAWN

United by extortion, divided by duty, someone wants them both dead. They want each other. The catch is, nothing is what it seems…

Convicted of treason and sentenced to be executed, Bo Barron is the last person who should be infiltrating a Sub-socia weapons auction. But when her father is kidnapped and the ransom demand is the schematics to an experimental weapon, she has no choice but to go under cover with her uncle to get it.

Nobody counted on former-government-agent-turned-holofeature-hero Blade Devon’s infatuation with her. A botched assassination under the guise of a bar brawl leaves Bo blind and Blade wondering if there isn’t more to this job than he was led to believe.

Never able to resist playing the hero, Blade tends her injuries and delves deeper into the intrigue only to find this mission isn’t about a weapon at all. It’s about two Sovrans’ maneuvering for control, with Bo and Blade as their pawns.

All Bo and Blade have to do is figure out how to survive the game they didn’t know they were playing.

UNDERNEATH DEAD STAR #SFFSat Snippet for 07/21/2012

Welcome to Science Fiction Fantasy Saturday. On the surface, it’s a web ring of authors who post snippets of their work for comment. In reality, it’s a close-knit group of friends and colleagues working together to support and encourage one another and promote the science fiction and fantasy genres.

This week’s snippet is a backhanded return to the ‘verse of THE BLACK WING CHRONICLES. This is from UNDERNEATH DEAD STAR. This is the novel tie-in for Blade Devon’s breakout holofeature role. I have two incomplete manuscripts which provided the titles and storylines for Blade’s holofeatures UNDERNEATH DEAD STAR is the one I’m sharing here. It’s currently in development and may or may not ever see the light of day.

Without further ado, I introduce you to Rubicon P. Schuyler, “Rube” to his friends. What is the “P” for? Effect.

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Hello, my name is Rubicon P. Schuyler, and I’m a grunt. I hate when I have to introduce myself to a new supervisor. I always feel like one of those ultra-dependent types at a self-help meeting. The only difference is that being a grunt is not exactly a condition, it’s more along the lines of a disease. It’s the military’s term for perpetual screw-up. If I had enlisted thousands of years ago, they’d have made me a foot-soldier. I’m a man with no talent or ambition beyond surviving and propagating the species. Well, let’s just say I try to propagate the species whenever the opportunity presents itself.

They, the evil military leaders who decide assignments and transfers for the good of the Galactic Commonwealth, sent me to certain death at the asteroid station they called Dead Star.

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Well, that’s the Saturday Snippet for this week! Please don’t forget to comment by clicking on either the blog title or the little quotation balloon in the upper right hand corner. Tell your friends. Stop back here next week for another!

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If you’re interested in more about:

SOVRAN’S PAWN

United by extortion, divided by duty, someone wants them both dead. They want each other. The catch is, nothing is what it seems…

Convicted of treason and sentenced to be executed, Bo Barron is the last person who should be infiltrating a Sub-socia weapons auction. But when her father is kidnapped and the ransom demand is the schematics to an experimental weapon, she has no choice but to go under cover with her uncle to get it.

Nobody counted on former-government-agent-turned-holofeature-hero Blade Devon’s infatuation with her. A botched assassination under the guise of a bar brawl leaves Bo blind and Blade wondering if there isn’t more to this job than he was led to believe.

Never able to resist playing the hero, Blade tends her injuries and delves deeper into the intrigue only to find this mission isn’t about a weapon at all. It’s about two Sovrans’ maneuvering for control, with Bo and Blade as their pawns.

All Bo and Blade have to do is figure out how to survive the game they didn’t know they were playing.