Good Shabbos to the Stroock's Books Kibbutzim. Yes, we roll on Shabbos. If reader(s) don't know that reference...we mean, c'mon guys.
To placate the leader of this blog's Confederate Contingent, Marine Harriers do show up at the Battle of San Carlos Water...er, Tromso Fjord.
We dunno. Some mornings one wakes up and one doesn't really have anything on one's mind.
We've blogged the Israel-Hamas war to death. Texas border?* Smarter people than us have better takes. And we're trying to move this blog away from domestic politics anyway. We take some pride in politics free posts. To quote P.J. O'Rourke, we're in intellectual tatters, politically. Sports Illustrated? We've said our piece. Nut graf, as the J-school losers** would say: don't put tucked dudes and fat chicks on the swimsuit issue cover. That's not what the readership wants. Oooo, there's an idea....
Sports Illustrated: For nigh on 20 years now we've published articles in military history magazines. We're not claiming to be an industry insider. But we know a thing or two about getting our stuff into magazines. Strategy & Tactics, Military History Matters, Military Heritage; take your pick. They're repetitive AF. Heck, we were once asked to write a piece on Sherman's March. We were like, 'Hasn't that been covered before, uhhhh, or something?' Scrolling down on the website right now, we see articles on Walt Whitman and Bull Run. It's almost as if the publishers understand what their readers want, even if it's been written and read before. As we always say...
....whoops had to take a break to deal with a toilet that won't stop running. You know when the chain linking to the handle gets caught under the flap? Shorten the chain? Lengthen the chain? Then the water pipe began leaking. Fortunately, the bolt on the tank only needed tightening, we think. Honestly, we should probably replace everything in the tank...
....we write what our readers want. In this case that's alternate history with exploding tanks, tense cabinet meetings, and Margaret Thatcher pounding the table and yelling at the French. We could write World War 1990: Home for Christmas, in which a just pretty enough in a very nondescript kind of way 30 something single woman returns to her hometown in Minnesota or Maine to bury her mother and reconnects with the love she left behind lo those many years ago and realizes friends and family are what really matters. But we don't think the readership would like that.
World War 1990: The Final Storm has 70 ratings, 4.3 average.
*We'll say one thing. Not a prediction, but the standoff between Texas (now backed by half the union) and the Feds could get real ugly real quick. First slowly then all at once, they say. Again, not a prediction.
**You spent all that money to learn what we learned our frosh year in college: who, what, where, when, why. Reportage ain't rocket science and you ain't Oppenheimer.
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