So I'm working on this new book.
It's unlike anything I've done before.
Gritty scifi. Male protag. No romance. No magic. No carnivals.
No adorably bloodthirsty critters.
Plenty of guns.
So I needed to do some research.
I haven't gone to the range since 2005, but thanks to my magic Lasik robot eyes, my aim is even better than it was before. I filled that zombie rat and his stanky cheese full of holes.
Followed it up with a leisurely dinner on the side porch of a new restaurant. Duck confit spring rolls, lamb shank, chocolate torte with almond Chantilly cream. And this marvelous concoction of gin, St. Germain, simple syrup, and grapefruit that the bartender calls a Wild Blossom. It looks like a pink girly drink, but it packs one hell of a punch.
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Anybody else shoot?
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