Saturday Updates

Welcome, Stroock's Books collective, to Stroock's Books first post-5000 post. 

This blog saw a massive traffic surge yesterday from another country in North America. Anybody up in Coppermine or Cambridge Bay want to explain that? We shrug like Pierre Trudeau telling the media to 'Just watch me.'

We got back to the gym this week after a two + week hiatus. We rattled off a half hour on the treadmill Thursday, and then did a half hour on the machines Friday. The half hour of treadmill time felt great. Are we going to resume our four miler? Maybe. Related, we hopped on the scale yesterday and came away pleased; 248 pounds. That's 17.7 stone for Her Majesties' subjects. We're not converting to metric. We can't. We won't. We're down 7 pounds this year. 

The things, where do they stand?

The Weser is done, we're just waiting for the formatters to reformat. Last night we had an idea that the officer taking command of the 211th ACR should hear country western music when he walks into the encampment for the first time. Why did we just now think of that?' MotherF!@#$%!

Some chap in the UK really didn't like The Great Nuclear War of 1975. Ouch. The good reviews never feel as good as the bad reviews feel bad.

However. I completely disagree that Denis Healy would have had a better claim to be PM, as Labour just lost a tonne of seats with the annihilation of London and more Tory MPs would have survived being from the countryside. Pay attention. Thatcher's a stronger character, especially for American audiences. No one here gives a crap about Denis Healy, or even knows who the hell he was. Also, I didn't feel like reading a bio of Denis Healy to prep. 

The Great Nuclear War of 1975 still hovers around the top 50 in its category. Stubborn novel, that one. People seem to like it. So get bent, tea drinker.

We are reading through The Great Salvation of 1976 and expect to get back to writing The New American Order this week.

The Brits are going to hate The Weser. There's no way we got all the details right. We've never experienced a total collapse of our confidence in a project. It's unpleasant. At some point one must remember that one has written 15 novels and they're all rated around 4/5 stars. We are among the best there is at what we do.