What everyone else said, Gus.

asked me to check my sources, as one cannot get blue dye from wood.

Hmm. Want I should beat him around the head with a piece of Brazilian logwood? (it's a very purplish blue, but still...)

Heh. No, I just want the "FOAD" stamp. Good for what ails me.

Oh, and nearly forgot:

mostly because he looks good in pants.

That wouldn't be my logic, but, hey, to each her own.

I'd have thought most women would fork the cash to back his play because he looked good out of his pants....

Title: Homewind.

Release: Fall.

I had a different title in my head when scribing. However, because the thing seems to have something to do with the impulse toward building a union in the great vasty dark, I am happy with this choice by the Baen marketroids.

These unimportant issues having been resolved, let us now move to the more cogent issue of whether a man's play is best supported by his appearance in or out of pants.

I contend that the appearance within pants is the more suasive. It is my guess that a woman more often imagines the man of her fancy in his clothes, with her secret knowledge of the underlying architecture somehow informing her appreciation of the draperies of the cloth.

Just a guess. What the hell can a man know of such thing?

Depends on the man, the cloth, and the pants.

Echoes of The Girl, the Gold Watch, and Everything...

the appearance within pants is the more suasive. It is my guess that a woman more often imagines the man of her fancy in his clothes, with her secret knowledge of the underlying architecture somehow informing her appreciation of the draperies of the cloth.

That's me. I can't speak for the rest of my gender, though.

Depends on the man, the cloth, and the pants.

One out of three. This may make my case.

I can't speak for the rest of my gender, though.

Exactly. Men and women are not separate and unique monolithic blocks of perception, each alike in their proclivities.

Individuals. Printed word is the last medium available for transferring thought from one individual to another.

I want to write something that speaks from the genderless core of me to the core of you.

I want to write something that speaks from the genderless core of me to the core of you.

Huh. See, I believe that, at core, I'm about as female as it gets. On a damned near molecular level.

So anything written to the core of me needs to make some sense to me through that pair of emotional eyeballs.

So, how does a man speak to you? Is the communication barrier molecular?

After filtering through gender eyeballs, is there any communication, at all?

I have questions. These are some of them.

Dang. I keep pounding the refresh key, hoping for an answer to these questions.

It's a special book written by a man that can do that, but they are out there. Just don't tell me what Women *really* want.