Good morning, Stroock's Books Kibbutzim, and shabbat shalom.
We wonder if we miss a post like yesterday do reader(s) think we dropped dead or finally got picked up by the Feds? Or did Mrs. Stroock finally have enough of us? Yeah, we started a post, got halfway done with the post, decided we didn't like the post, deleted the post, and realized we had nothing to say for another post.
We've lifted and trained a tonne the last few months, and it's finally catching up with us. We're tired and sore. We've been doing back to back days at the gym all that time. Maybe we should go back to inserting a pure cardio day between sessions. We look good, though. There's not getting around it.
We got back to a kinda sorta normal work week. To put off making a final decision about the 2-4 remaining story ideas we have for War Night, we've been reading through our finished or almost finished stories. These are looking pretty good, but as always they could use some work. We'll finish the readthrough, put War Night down...and then what? War Night is 64,000 words.
We opened up World War 1990: Thatcher's War for the first time since...August 22nd, OMG. At this rate the rough will be done by summer 2025, leaving the season for editing. Which opens up the door for [oh no-Ed] the summer sneak in. Whatever shall we write? We'll spend next week blogging about a few ideas we have. Thatcher's War is 20,000 words.
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