With World War 1990: Anzacs out, and The Austrian Painter in the hopper we're back to The Final Storm.
Man, it keeps getting bigger.
[Bet you wish your wife could say that-Ed]
Shut the fuck up Ed, you know I'm not afraid to whip it out.
[Sorry...-Ed]
That's better....
[The potted plant is over there if you want to go the full Weinstein. Ha!-Ed]
So right now The Final Storm 85,000 words and we're envisioning pushing right on to 90,000. Lots of submarine stuff to work out.
Those Soviet boomer boat bastions aren't going to clear themselves, are they? Oh and Clarkey needs a few scenes. Speaking of Clarkey, we're trying to decide if we can get away with what we're trying to get away with. Come on, the SAS can't go that far. Can they?
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