Today I went to school…gun school, that is.

I recently told my husband that since I write about gun-toting good and bad guys, I’d better start learning more about the weapons. Then I can start telling the action sections with better accuracy and detail.

He responded by enlisting the help of a friend, who is ex-military, and pretty much the type of guy I often write about in these stories.
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Our friend brought his arsenal to the shooting range and gave me basic weaponry lessons. Safety, loading, types used, why each is used and by whom, and how to shoot them.

I fired off a few rounds of each one and was pretty pleased.

My husband suggested that we change my name to Shelby Wallinsky, Superspy (say that last part real fast with an accent). He thought it would make a great character for a future novel series. Especially since I managed to hit the target pretty accurately for a first-timer. And, being a middle-aged blonde, I am deceptively innocent looking. Or maybe just unnoticeable.  Hmmm. My mind was churning.

Then he explained that Shelby Wallinski would very likely wear stilleto heels and skin tight clothes with that bad-ass nine millimeter….yeah, right. What a guy.