I've been putting stories onto paper since I learnt how to hold a pen, and dreaming up stories for longer. But committing to my craft has brought some unexpected changes.
I recently watched Robot and Frank, a bittersweet science fiction drama about an older man struggling with memory loss and his reluctant acceptance of his helper-bot. I liked it overall, except for one tiny detail – the plot twist.
In a world where a woman showing her breasts is somehow pro-feminist and anti-feminist at the same time, it’s easy to see why any writer would stress over their female characters.