All in a day’s work?
By Liz Everly
The last time I held a gun in my hand I was ten-years-old and shooting my father’s 22 rifle. Of course, I fell back onto the ground when the shot went off and my dad stood there laughing and help me up from the ground. He knew that was going to happen. Even though I nagged my father to let me shoot that gun, I grew up to hate them. I don’t own any guns. But I write about them—not in great detail—or rather, I write about people who use them. I’m not sure I’d ever really need to know a lot about guns in my romantic suspense writing. I’m really more concerned with the romance part of the plot. But knowing more about your subject can only add to the story, even if you never use it. This is why I’m heading out of town on…
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