Saturday Updates

Good morning, Stroock's Books weekenders. 

Look at that. This is post 6200. [What's that mean?-Ed]. Absolutely nothing. 

We got in a Judaism last night, as it was our mother's yahrzeit. Seven years now. And our grandfather went seven months before. That's a helluva year you gave our father, there big fella. 

It's been at least a week now and while we do find ourselves adrift a bit online, we don't really feel like we're missing Twitter. Good. Maybe it's time to dump Substack too? The gay retards on Substack are acting gay and retarded. And while we have about 1,400 followers there, growth has stagnated. We know we've sold a few books on Substack, but not many. As with Twitter, Gab, this blog, anything else we do online, we've hit a ceiling we can't seem to poke through. 

The Things:

We had a fine week with Thatcher's War. We need to finish the read through and write a few international scenes and...that's just about it. Thatcher's War is 63,000 words. 

We also had a fine week with the nuke novel. We know, generally, where the Kenny and Aoife story is going. We should finish it next week. The 5th nuke novel is 15,000 words.