Glad you like the pic. I took it with a Hasselblad in the 1990's, painted it with light (camera on tripod, middle of the night, ran around flashing sign with flash gun using colored gels). Then my son-in-law, David Siddall, photoshopped it, changing the values of the colors for maximum menace.
I couldn't tell what kind of handgun that was. I've shot handguns a lot, still shoot some. Thanks for your response.
Thanks, Karyne. That's the goal, anyway. My first drafts always look like they come out of a bad '40s movie. But I try to make it more sophisticated during the editing process. My work will never be Pride and Prejudice, but there's a happy medium between high literature and crap.
Be sure to let me know when it's up and running so that I can pay a visit and I wish you all the best in writing. Noting your genre we are currently working on a Werewolf tale but I can't see it having any romantic affiliations.
Writers are suposed to be sensitive enough to soak in, and react to, their surroundings, not plod through a place focused only on their shoes, but, to be honest, I was once prompted into a novel (ultimately published by NAL) by staring at my shoes a bit too long. From that point it was just a matter of putting my best foot forward, then keep going.