Saturday Updates

 A good Saturday morn, reader(s) of Stroock's Books.

We went to Shabot services last night and we liked it. Shit's getting weird, yo. 

Every time we mention our Mississippi born, Louisianna raised grandmother there is a great disturbance in the Stroock family psychosphere. The force is especially strong with that woman's namesake, her great granddaughter now 25 years old.  

Speaking of the olde south, or sister has made a pilgrimage to our mother's ancestral home in Western Kentucky and sent along this pic of our maternal grandparent's gravesite:

Our grandfather, from whom we get our middle name.*

The things:

World War 1990: The Final Storm, a novel about which we felt great fear and trepidation, has 93 ratings with a 4.4 average as it marches inexorably toward 100 ratings. Sales of TFS are dragging up the other books too. That's how it works. Because there are still many readers who've seen our books and never clicked, until now. 'A couple of Chinooks hovering around the Kremlin, er St. Basils? That's kind of interesting.' When we say we are among the best there is at what we do, this would be what we're talking about. 

We have completed the read through of World War 1990: Norway. We are weary of reading our own prose, unhappy with the epilogue, and toying with the idea of making some tweaks and additions. The MS needs to sit for a week or so. World War 1990: Norway is 73,000 words. 

We had a slow but steady week with War Night. The nuclear silo story is almost done. We just need to get from the crew lolling about the bunker to the ending. This is a few pages at most. What goes in there? War Night is 20,000 words. 

*We went by 'Tom' till we graduated high school and switched because we wanted a change, and we liked Star Trek TNG's Commander Will Riker. He got all the chicks, right? Later this made it difficult for old friends to find us on Facebook. Google Tom Stroock, see who comes up.