When I was in college, I did this thing I called the Pronoun Game. Basically, before coming out of the closet, its a way to talk about people you’re seeing without blowing your cover. I was very good at the pronoun game, mostly because I would conceive of my partners in the gender that suited the pronoun I needed at the time*. Brianna became Brian in the car with my high school friends. She was still a jock, still wore baseball caps, but in my fiction of her they were yankees caps, and not the raver visors she more often wore.
And yes, I played the Pronoun Game with both genders.
In the book, I play a new version of the pronoun game- as in “how to keep track of who’s talking and/or doing something.”
It is surprisingly difficult when dealing with a protagonist who only ever talks to or has sex with women, to maintain a rhythm in writing. I have to admit, sometimes I get so damn tired of the names Lexie and Archer. It feels like every other sentence includes one of their names because when something is happening, a fight for instance, it’s really hard to keep track of which “she clawed at his exposed throat” is Archer and which “she fell onto her back, teeth sinking in deeper upon the impact” is Lexie. Sex scenes are doubly worse. “She licked her neck, then she drew her hand up her bare back, sending tingles of pleasure up her spine.
It’s almost enough to make me want to write more male characters into the book.
* – I will never, ever, ever, not ever get used to “they” and “them” being considered singular. I had heard that new grammar rules allow for they and them to be singular nouns when gender is uncertain or unnecessary, but something about my schooling makes me swear up and down that although I may have forgotten the Hail Mary, I will swear to my dying day that “they” and “them” are plural nouns.)
Word Count: 99962 (lots more editing to do!)