Today I was supposed to post about Heat Wave for my online book group, Book Hungry. I was unable to write the post due to some very pressing and important matters. The emergency was unavoidable. Definitely life or death.
When I should have been studiously writing about all the reasons why I was disappointed in the book HEAT WAVE, I was out on a gun range. See? Life and death decisions here!
I have a fabulous friend, Lissa. Lissa and I hang out and this usually entails a lot of talking, laughing and eating. It. Is. Fabulous. She and I have some unresolved issues (not with each other, but general stuff that can piss a woman off) and we felt the need to go blast the hell out of sporting clays.
Insert *Evil Chuckle* here.
Why is it so satisfying to shoot a shotgun? The kick kills my shoulder and it gets expensive with the gun rental and ammo, but it feels so dang good. Being in control of such power, pulling the trigger and obliterating a small defenseless clay disk. Sigh! It's nirvana. Shooting with Lissa is even better because we both break out the crazy-lady-cackle like we just visualized the piss-off moment and shot the crap out of it.
I am still in a stupor of bliss. I swear the moment my shoulder bruise disappears, I'm going again. Enjoy the photo of me in my "moment". I get a solid ten for pulling off the Jack Nicholson look of crazed insanity.