- by Charlotte Hubbard
(w/a Melissa MacNeal)
OK, so why wouldn’t I love the guy on the cover of my September anthology? These are historicals–love slave stories–and I’m betting any woman reading this would be a willing victim for my hero, Damon Delacroix. He’s a privateer who escorts two rich English girls to meet the husbands Papa has chosen for them, and he meanwhile bests Blackbeard to rescue Sofia, the stowaway who makes him her slave.
But I love Damon–and the real-life bad boys I’ve known–more for what they’ve taught me than for what they’ve made me lust after. When I was a good girl growing up in the 60’s I wanted to be a boy, because boys had all the power. Now, I want to be a bad boy. Not only do I want the power, I want to flaunt it!
You see, bad boys don’t just break the rules, they laugh at them! They write their own tickets and go where adventure takes them–without asking permission! Without caring whether anyone will like them! They take calculated risks without diddling away their time and energy on the calculations…the “what ifs” and the anxiety over potential consequences.
They create their lives rather than reacting to what life throws at them. And they have fun doing it!
Does that sound liberating, or what? If I could recover every moment I spent deliberating over choices, weighing potential consequences–and then shaking my head when my fears didn’t materialize–why, I’d recoup twenty years! I bet you would, too. It’s a woman’s job to agonize and organize, while making sure everyone else will pitch in and play nice and still like her, right?
Enough of that! While I don’t plan to take up privateering, or other death-defying occupations Damon and other bad boys are so good at, I’m adopting their attitude. I haven’t reached this point, where I live a damn fine life, by being clueless or incompetent or helpless: I have had the power to create this wonderful life all along, so it’s time to flaunt it. To revel in it! To give myself credit for being a compassionate, worthwhile person who’s earned some gratifying successes as a writer.
So I’m calling the shots! I’m going after what I really want instead of accepting other people’s ideas about what I should have. I’m in charge here, because I say so! Because I believe I am!
Will you take up your swords and believe with me? Believing is seeing, you know. Attitude is everything.
And here you thought this was going to be about sex.
(And yeah, it is.)