By Marie F Martin
Last month I blogged about how research is a must tool in a writer’s bag. For my new story, I discover I need a couple of my plus-seventy ladies to go to a shooting range. The plot has one of the widows keeping her husband’s gun collection, hidden in a garment bag.
The plot thickens and my ladies must defend themselves so they unload the bag. One of the gals needs to learn how to shoot . Rifle locked and loaded they drive to a shooting range.
That is the short explanation to set up my trip with faithful canine friend, Katy Lou. The rifle range is north of town, out in the boonies. Katy and I drive into the bowl of our valley on a country road named Farm to Market. Ahead are alpine mountains cut with ski runs. To the west are the lower mountains covered with the Flathead National Forest and to the east are the snowy peaks of Glacier Park touching the clear sky in a reverent way. We can’t see to the south, but on such a bright sunny day the waters of Flathead Lake must be crystal blue.
I turned right onto Church Drive and follow it to Prairie View Road and turn north on the dirt road, working up into a forested foot hill. My dog and I keep an eye out for signs directing the way to what I consider a newfangled shooting range. The narrow road widens at the top of a hill. A sign reads Clay target and 4-H shooting range. I turn onto the muddy roadway leading down to the building and park in a wide spot where the gravel looks thicker. I set and ponder the plot of my story. I do not need to investigate the range closer. I have now unlocked a new twist to my plot. Research is the key.
This piece ought to generate interest in your new novel! Wish we had a photo of you shooting that rifle. ~ Ann
It’s been many years since I even held one. It was a nice outing for Katy and me though. Marie
Good to hear new ideas are still percolating in your over 70 brain for this novel.
Marie, As a seventy-type, I have to admit that a problem for me when I tried shooting last summer was that my hands aren’t as strong as they used to be. My pistol was basically pointing in all directions as I tried to maneuver its various parts. This was frustrating, but my stalwart companion found me pretty amusing. Karen
Thank you, Karen. I’ll remember that when and if my ladies get into the weapons stash. I have written that 2 rifles and 2 handguns are in the garment bag. If and when the ladies use them, they’ll have shaky hands and maybe sore shoulders. The tale will be in the details. Marie