How’s that for a title? It’s true, by the way. I write strong male characters, good men who have flaws just like the rest of us. They have tempers, imperfect communication skills, elevated cholesterol, and the list goes on. There is a line you don’t want to cross with my characters. If you touch their wife or harm their children they will hit you in the face with a shovel. They will kick you in the crotch, drag you outside, and stick your arm in a wood chipper. They will break your kneecaps with a baseball bat, tie you to a chair, stick you in a closet, and make you do algebra. Don’t cross the line.
Speaking of testosterone, that’s probably why men want to be the heroes of their own lives. At some point we realize we probably aren’t going to discover a cure for cancer or rescue a family from a burning building. Those people are HEROES. I’m talking about everyday heroes, the man who looks after his family, loves his wife, plays catch with his son, attends ballet recitals.
Fathers Day is coming. If your dad is your hero, tell him. I promise he won’t hit you in the face with a shovel. He’ll probably just walk out of the room so you won’t see him cry.