Will's Good Idea for the First Week of 2022, also January

Last night Hamas fired some rockets at Israel. Israel blew up some stuff in Hamasland. This is as good an opportunity as any to remind reader(s) that one should avoid the term 'Palestinian'. We hesitate to even write that word. There are no 'Palestinians', but a collection of disparate desert tribes. Only Arafat* could keep them all straight, one of the reasons these people are so disunified today. That word is a social construct invented by white supremacists to deny the Jew's historic and cultural ties to the Holyland. Use Gazan and West Bank Person (WBP) instead. 

What Will's Playing, more Star Wars Squadrons: it's...okaaaay (uptalked). We keep waiting for this game to get better and really wow us. We're not wowed. Mostly we just fly around blowing up the stuff the game tells us to blow up. Back in the 90's, X-Wing was better. So was Wing Commander for Sega CD. So far Star Wars Squadrons seems like a souped-up version of the latter. Maybe we're just cynical and jaded. [Maybe?-Ed] That being said, Star Wars Squadrons is a nice distraction during the afternoon dead time. Any of you young game-heads [game-heads?-Ed] have any suggestions?

Yesterday we opened up The Final Storm for the first time in a couple of months. 60,000 words. What a mess. We have written the British, Italian and Australian attack scenes. We still need to write what we're writing for Task Force 60 and the SAS attack. If you people haven't figured out where the SAS is headed by now...We stole the idea from Ian Slater.

Ah, Slater. We read him 30 years ago, our senior year in high school. Back in the day there wasn't a lot of WWIII lit. Anyone who was around back in the 80s knows who were about to mention: Hacket, Clancy, Bond, Coyle, Peters...and then there was Ian Slater's series. Slater wrote an opening trilogy and just kept going. The later books all but ignored everything that happened in the first three. 

[You're going to get all nostalgic for 1992, aren't you?-Ed]

We promise not to do it too bad.

The plan for January is as follows. We'll finish up 76 and The Weser, and clean up the Italian, British and Aussie scenes in The Final Storm.  

And God laughed.

*Gay. Died of AIDS.

Saturday Updates

One week left. It's quiet and boring here. We glimpse our future and we don't like it. Our sleep was interrupted and filled with bad things. Lots of shouting. One of those nights where we start in bed, end up on the couch, get back into bed, etc... We should do a Thursday Downer on this [Fun-Ed]. That's why it's called the Thursday Downer.

We're sore after the machines yesterday, treadmill, rowing, Stairmaster, rope pully, bike. A good session though. 

Our local groceries are politely asking customers to wear a mask. We are politely telling them to get fucked.

We bought some Molson to celebrate Canada's gold in women's soccer.

Another neighbor is moving. That's the third home on the immediate block that's for sale right now. In this market the house will go fast. So we'll get another Indian family moving in. It ain't called Chindia for nothing, folks.

Congratulations to Jessica Springsteen for bringing home the Silver in the Olympic equestrian competition. Yes, that's Bruce Springsteen's daughter [Wait, what?-Ed]. Oh that's right. The bard of the working man, troubadour of the farmer, musician of the marginalized...his little girl really likes horses. Oh, she also did some modeling. Meet him in the middle...of what? Laugh because it hurts too much to cry.  [Are you saying rich people can't have nice things?-Ed] No, we're saying they can't dress in blue jeans and T-shirts, lecture the rest of us, and send their kids to Rumson Country Day.

More slog reading of The Great Nuclear War of 1975. It'll be done by the end of the month. Right now we feel great trepidation. This is normal. Or is it? [Christ, you're a big girls blouse-Ed]. We're just not sure these one off scenes work. At this point it doesn't matter. This is it. This is the novel. Actually, all the Brit scenes work great. More Thatcher, Mountbatten, and Enoch Powell!

World War 1990: The Weser will hit 50,000 words next week. We're getting close. The 8th Mech and UK 4 Armoured chapters are done and we're doing the Confederate chapter. Oh, it's all gonna be there. Battle flags, rebel yells, [The full English, then?-Ed]. The whole damn thing. A friend asked about Loeb (remember that bastard?). The thought had crossed our mind and then we realized there was a perfect situation for him. He's back, baby!