We are working through World War 1990: NL*. 20,000 words and a chapter following Prime Minister Ruud Lubbers around. We dig it, yo.
We are slogging through The Final Storm.
At this point it would actually be easier to break The Final Storm in two (Once more, recall that 30,000 words of Polish Storm where in The Final Storm) and call the new book The Battle of the Three Seas.** Yes, we know you people love that idea, oh yes we do, but it ain't gonna happen...wait...no...stop...it Take your hand off my knee...stop fumbling with the zipper on the back of our dress....
[Oh sweet mother of god. He really wants to write a bodice ripper-Ed]
Let's go check the word count...
42,000 or so for what would be World War 1990: Battle of the Three Seas....oh fuck no.
It's not like we're satisfied with the other 20,000.
We could expand a few things in the Pacific. Expand that chapter about the revolutions alert readers have seen brewing.
We'd need to write 20,000 words...that's a month.
We started this post with the goal of explaining why we aren't going to split The Final Storm in two, but ended up talking ourselves into doing just that.
How the hell did our cocktail dress end up on the floor of this limo?
[I just threw up a little. Is that what you really want to write?-Ed]
How do you know I don't already do that under a nom-de-plum?
[I was referring to the Battle of the Three Seas.-Ed]
Please, you know you'd dig 50 Shades of Will.
[I admit to being aroused-Ed]
Still got it. Gonna go take a bath now?
[You wish....yeah-Ed]
Alright, now that we've taken care of Ed.
As Spirit once said in GI JOE, we must dwell on this.
Oh yeah, Blooms will be out about 15 January.
*Every time we see NL we think National League
**Feel free to guess which three seas.
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