Saturday Updates

We went out to the back deck. It had rained in the late afternoon, but the weather front had passed. The sky was overcast. The air was cool but not very humid. It would work. The Arturo Fuente Grand Reserva was enjoyed. That bottle of Cavaliere D'Oro* never stood a chance. Our ninth cigar this year. We're ahead of the pace we'd like, but still, not too bad. To put it another way, that was the first cigar we'd had in two weeks. 

Welcome to the Saturday Update, Stroock's Books commune.

This is post 4931. We've checked with our mathematics department, and we have only 69 more posts till we hit 5,000, sometime in July. After that we blow the whole thing up.

No gym this week and only one walk. The body needs healing.

Both Inforos and Infobrics are now down and Maxim has not been responding to our emails...hah! We just checked in he finally responded. No Siberia for Maxim. And Infobrics is back up. Our old articles are back. Behold our collusion. We miss that gig. Oh well. 

The things.

Sales of The Great Nuclear War of 1975 have not yet abated. Readers are looking forward to the sequel. We know this because if one searches for The Great Nuclear War of 1975, Amazon auto-completes thusly:

The Great Salvation of 1976 will be out this autumn. 

We bashed away at The New American Order and got to 30,000 words. We're still working on the reestablishing sovereignty chapter (1978). This is a series of off-beat vignettes. PBRs off of LBI and in the Okefenokee swamp. Hippies in the valley. And one notorious religious cult that started in San Francisco and ended in Guyana, among others. Since it's so obvious where that one is headed, the religious cult kicks off the chapter and spurs the Western White House to do something.  

We have an army guy looking at World War 1990: The Weser and will send it to editing this week.

We've made the decision. This summer we'll be finishing World War 1990: The Final Storm, 74,000 words (and counting) of unwieldly novel. We'll present a general outline tomorrow. This is going to be a job. Time for an 80's training montage:

*A dry, sharp chianti. Our fav.