Good morning, Stroock's Books weekenders.
We are making blizzard preparations as the weather babe says we're getting a foot (or more) of snow Sunday into Monday.
Various...
Sorry, my fellow MAGA hats, the Supreme Court is right. On to the next fight.
USA v Canada in men's hockey tomorrow. Canadians everywhere are our mortal enemy. An American victory here could mark the beginning of the end of the Northern Menace.
Related, we are informed by a fellow North American that Alberta is going to have an independence referendum. We vote 'eh'.
...The things.
As noted yesterday, we sent in World War 1990: Ireland for final formatting. We're nervous as hell. We've got the yips, as they say. It is what it is, we say. What else can we say? At the moment we say we don't feel good about things at all. Which is bog standard.
We spent all week working on World War 1990: Thatcher's War. We are mildly pleased.
Because of the way Ireland ends, Thatcher's War must have Belfast riots in the first chapter. We are vexed as to how to write these, as we don't want to get bogged down in a 10,000 word extravaganza, 'Shannon Shannahan marched down the Shankill Road, Irish Tricolor in one hand, garbage can lid shield in the other.' See what we mean? Maybe a bird's eye view? Maybe a journo (one's in Ireland, prepare to meet UTV's Finn Fahy) reporting the aftermath?
World War 1990: Thatcher's War is 42,000 words.
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