We've spent the last few days practicing the art of keeping our goddamn mouth shut. We've lost no friends, yet. Maybe we should. We dunno.
We're pissed off enough that we've thought about telling you people a story. Only one of you knows it. Baaah, we're cautious in late middle age.
Insights? We have none. Let's get on with things.
A frustrating week filled with distractions. Nevertheless we made some good edits to World War 1990: Thatcher's War. What we have makes more sense. What we have has a lot of groundwork lain (laid?), we dunno. World War 1990: Thatcher's War is 91,000 words.
Our nuke short story is coming along just fine. There's a lot of mundane stuff in there, which is the point. What's it liked doing mundane stuff four days after a the beginning of a nuclear war? We are obsessed by the idea of normalcy after a nuclear war. Question, if you read War Night, could you please put your thoughts in comments below about the Australia story?
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