- by AnnRoth
On one wall of my office, just to side of my computer, hangs an amazing calendar, put out by the Washington State Council of Fire Fighters Burn Foundation. Each month features photographs of buff men and women, often shirtless. (The men, not the women.) They stand or sit in front of fire trucks or in some woodsy area, flirting into the camera and striking poses that highlight their fit bodies.
I don’t know about you, but beauty inspires me. The man in this month’s photo is absolutely gorgeous. Tall, muscled from hard, physical labor (rather than working out at the gym—I can tell!), with dark, military-short hair, a sexy smile and a devilish glint in his eyes. From the moment I saw him, I knew that here was the hero of my next novel. (Though my hero is a consultant, not a fire fighter.) Not only for his physical appeal, but also for his courage, loyalty, generous heart, and shoulders broad enough to bear the weight of the world.
Of course, I know nothing about the actual man behind the photo. Maybe he’s incapable of committing to one woman and has a nasty temper borne out of guilt for some transgression that was or wasn’t his fault. And/or he might be so full of himself that women refuse to take him seriously. No problem. These flaws only make him a more well-rounded hero.
Or as an old friend used to aptly say, Hubba hubba, ding ding ding—Baby you’ve got everything. The good, the bad, the in-between, they all work together to make our heroes three-dimensional, real people anyone can relate to.
That’s my take. What about yours? Do you like your heroes flawed, or do you prefer the superhero-type character against whom no mortal man can compare?
Until next time and looking forward to an interesting discussion,