As one who has done just that in my books, albeit perhaps more realistically than the kick-butt SJWs and snowflakes we see about – no Jolies for me – this was going to be interesting.
It’s always interesting, and amusing, to listen to science fiction writers debate the topic of “strong female characters”, particularly in the modern context of Princess Kung-Fu.
[Memo: she should have been banned for her assaults on men’s senses or told to wear sackcloth.]
This reveals the fundamental problem with science fiction writers: they don’t get into fights. Oh, they are more inclined than most to get into word spats and verbal scrums, and even to engage in the proverbial handbags at dawn, but virtually none of them, of either sex, have ever punched anyone in the face, or been punched in the face.
Ploughing away at the books and not doing half badly either, over halfway through and as I get to particular chapters, things in that chapter suggest blogposts – hence all the man-woman posts of late.
Now I’m up to the sailing part, where the fugitive bunch of desperadoes – three French, one English – take off from a south seas island they’ve been holed up on and try to make for Europe on a 15 metre dugout with outriggers and two large lugsails made of rushes [yes I know, I know, just bear with it]. They don’t actually make it to Europe for reasons which become apparent some chapters on.… More here ...