My current desktop photo, above, covers three major interests: rock climbing (a practice long since abandoned), high school physics and the curious nature of being a woman. Click pic to enlarge.
This is advanced climbing demanding great strengths. Imagine climbing the wall of your living room and then climbing (The verb is no longer apt: proceeding?) across the underneath of the ceiling. Unnatural? Indeed! If she falls (but she isn't going to) she will only dangle from the closest metal clip attached to the rock, provided the other end of the rope is secure.
The comparatively slack rope isn't supporting her, only her hands and (to a lesser extent) her feet are doing that. The left appears to grip a conventional handhold, but the other handhold consists of two fingers inserted into a small hole. Now note the muscle definition in her arms and shoulders.
She's wearing lycra pants, a golden bangle and has dyed her hair. Male climbers do these things. She however takes advantage of her gender by wearing a decorative sports bra. I am not drawn to this photo for conventional sexual reasons, rather because it blurs previous gender-defined roles. Oh yeah? Yeah!
Blest Redeemer (123,985 words written; target 150,000 approx, say about 400 pages) is about a woman pushed to the limit and beyond. It’s quite horrible. So I’m a sadist? Not that I know of (Want to psycho-analyse me?) since it’s her resistance to events that’s of interest. As with Jana in Risen on Wings. I realise this sounds like dubious territory and perhaps both books are lousy. But there’s no point in writing purely for the money; you’ve got to enjoy the process. And of course the subject.