Hot damn!  I just love Fridays, dear reader.  I’m especially pleased with this Friday because yesterday, as I was working on the book…breakthrough!  The progress has been slow for the last month, which has been frustrating, but yesterday afternoon, significant forward movement on a chapter that has been particularly tricky.  Today was already fully scheduled, but I managed to keep things going today.  So that’s all good.

But it means that I did not, however, get to write the simply bitchin’ thing I was going to right about D-Day, which is, as I’m sure you know, dear reader, today.  This was as far as I got:

Let’s talk about June 6, 1944: D-Day, the Normandy invasion, the big ugly pivot of the Second World War, the moment when a bunch of shivering, seasick kids from Kansas and Birmingham and Winnipeg decided—or, more accurately, were decided for—to storm a beach that looked like the mouth of hell itself.

Not nearly the remembrance or tribute the day the Americans began to beat back those rotten Nazis and ultimately stomp them out in Berlin deserves, but that’s all I could do today.  I wanted to at least give it a nod.

And with that, back to it  Not sure why, but I really like writing on Friday nights.  Always have.

N.P.: “Gun for You” – Black River Delta