Relax, doomers. We're going back to war.
We had an excellent week at the gym, but our body is sore, tired. We feel bursitis coming back in our right knee and had better take it easy this weekend.
What to do in the afternoon, though?
The things.
No hits on article queries. We think we're being ghosted, actually [You? Never, love. Never -Ed].
We had a fine week with World War 1990: Thatcher's War. We began the Dublin assault chapter and like where things are going. World War 1990: Thatcher's War is 59,000 words.
We began the hippie commune chapter in the 5th nuke novel. Really, it's more of a farm where the young people there have some hippie leanings, but commune is good shorthand. We're sticking with the bikers. The 5th nuke novel is 43,000 words.
We still need nuke short story ideas.
We had planned a tentpole story for War Night, never happened. Maybe we should think up a tentpole story here? Something that's 15,000 words? But we run into the same problem. Of what and who would we write?
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