how i write my female characters:
1: The first thing a person might ask upon meeting me is, “Why all the leather?” Or they might ask something more immediate, like, “Why did you just run screaming at that unfathomable manifestation of evil and hit it in what was probably its face with an axe?”
2: The problem with hope, of course, is that it was all used up on people living before the world came to a horrible, screeching end.
The nice thing about being me, however, is that a blunt object often makes a handy substitute for hope.
3: I waved the broom in my hand menacingly at the bushes. I’d been using it to chase out the vampires skittering under the floorboards.
“You could get a cat,” Margo suggested
.I stared at her for a minute.
“Margo,” I said, “They’re undead creatures of the night, not mice.”
She gestured at the broom in my hand. I threw it on the porch.
“Dammit!” I shouted. The bushes rustled. “This has gone on too long. I’m putting a stop to this idiocy before any more vampire killers show up. God! This is so stupid!”