Okay, I’ll just come out and say it. I love writing men.

Phew! Glad I got that off my chest.

That other gender fascinates me, amuses me, and delights me endlessly.

I used to kill off my male characters a lot. I’m not sure if this was some unconscious hostility or just a love for good tragedy. Now, I don’t kill the men so much. In fact, I’ve even had a male protagonist a few times. I guess I’m evolving as a playwright.

How do I approach male characters? Is there a trick? There is, but I’m not giving away all of my playwriting secrets.

At the end of the day, male characters are just characters with hopes and dreams and wants and needs.