Ah. The incubus in MG isn't about sexual power at all - he's about power and control in life, that got so twisted and fucked up, he couldn't bear to relinquish it even in death. Not even remotely the same deal.

Carry on.

Y'UbiMV.

How do you like the new hair, btw?

I am loving the new hair. Is all fun.

Must go get bloodwoork done. Ewwwwwwwwww.

Yaaaaayyyyy, Susan!

I believe her brain damage, being fairly similar to mine, might make that process problematic. Because I'm spatially impaired...I uh, kinda wouldn't want to be my firearm examiner.Like Spinal Tap drummers, I think. She gets around better than I do in many other ways, though, but to be honest, I don't have it in me to write ballistics right now, anyway. So nobody's using their guns so I don't have to follow the casings all over heck and back. OK? Maybe next time.

I believe her brain damage, being fairly similar to mine, might make that process problematic.

That's what I was wondering. It's one thing just being a lousy shot (and they do exist), it's another thing having a functional reason for not being able to fire a handgun. I'm wondering if some kind of stability assistance (being allowed to rest the gun on a ledge or something attached to a wheelchair arm) could help? And even if it would help, if the rules for qualifying/licensing would allow it? You've definitely thrown your protagonist in deep water there!

Applauding for Susan. That was a speedy response, huh? Go you!

Susan, congratulations!

Now go look up local black powder clubs, call or email some people up and get yourself invited to a gun club weekend so they'll let you watch, learn how to load, and fire a gun. It's an experience you really need to have performed yourself. It's loud, and smoky, and shocking, and if your heroine is going to stand her ground and level a pistol at someone and fire, knowing what that's going to be like, you should know too. Because it's very intimidating, and she'll have to know what she's doing.

Thanks, Beverly. I never would've known what to look up. I found this, which isn't even a long drive away: [link]

KEWl! Take earplugs. And sinus meds, if smoke bothers you. It's loud, loud. But once you get over the jumping, it's kinda fun.

I had the privilege of meeting a well-respected British writer fella once, who engaged me with tales of tracking down people who had very specific makes and models of pistols, rifles and shotguns, who would let him handle them, practice loading, and perhaps even fire, if that was allowable. He said it gave him an immense confidence writing from a character's POV that he never would have gotten otherwise. He's a big believer in research. And a hell of a storyteller.

ETA: (And forgive me if I come over all bossy. I tend to do that without meaning to, especially if I have a little knowlege or expertise in a given area.)