Photo from my daughter, illustrating that her and her partner are using their lockdown time well.

I am fried. Wrote a 3000-word story document yesterday. Very slow moving today, which is not ideal, as I have to make starts on two scripts and another story document. Inbox 17, go easy on this shambling parody of a man while he pours coffee into himself and dreams of future booze supplied by the child.

Prepping the newsletter to go out later today. Lordess sent The News in overnight so we’re good to go. The clocks jumped forward and I am more confused and shambling than usual.

Nearly noon here. Inbox 17 because I really don’t have the strength to process it yet. I look at the calls I have to schedule for next week and I just get tiiiiired. Today I have to take an idea that I had yesterday and see if I can drive it to twelve episodes’ worth of material. I have the ending already, I just have to see if there’s enough meat there to fill out the rest of the estimated run. That’s going to be the entire day, aside from the newsletter — basically twelve hours with my backside in this seat starting now.

More coffee.

Aya the cat says hi and also why aren’t you making with the strokes and fuss.

With Season 4 of CASTLEVANIA announced, I can finally step back from social media duties. Though, in the current situation, I’m tempted to hang around on Twitter a little longer, if only to inject things into the timeline that aren’t just Shrieking About The Virus.

I do actually have a shitload of stuff to do. Being trapped indoors is making my allergies go nuts, which I could do without, not least because, when I do go out for supplies, I have to make sure not to sniffle or cough because it will freak people out, and shouting IT’S JUST A DUST ALLERGY will not stop police from throwing a plastic sack over me and taking me to the dump.

Inbox 13. Taking the Season 3 roll-out calendar off the wall. New things, now.

Hello from PANDEMIC-CAM-27 where, yes, we are quite tired. Lots of things started happening yesterday, mostly as a result of the general panic biting deeper, and I’m having to be across a lot of things right now. Inbox 15, and I really have to get to those right after this.

I note the Shoeburyness Range is still open for business: “30 March 2020: Gunfire may be noticed in the vicinity of the Thames Estuary.” Because there’s nothing better at these times than to have explosions and gunfire echoing across the Thames Delta.

You could actually hear the bigger ones from the village I grew up in, eleven miles away. So I’ve lived with the sound of distant bombs my entire life. Probably explains a lot about me.

Be right back. it’s a day. Inbox 8, but that ain’t gonna last – today seems to be the day stuff is breaking and shit is getting weirder. But I’m alive and okay.

Your mission for today is to wander the streets singing “M-m-m-my corona” to the tune of “My Sharona.”

Like many of you, I have a lot of things to think about today. Back soon.

Living inside my music library today. I set my alarm to give me a 30-minute lay-in and somehow woke up naturally ninety minutes early, so I foresee naps in my immediate future. Processed all the overnight email and am down to inbox 2 for the day. Filed a script a week early last night and, with the decks cleared, I’m looking at an eight-page piece I have to get out for Friday and am thinking about the immediate future. G’morning.

Good afternoon from PANDEMIC-CAM-21. For those asking on IG, go over to warrenellis.ltd for the full text – the pass-through cuts it off for no good reason.

The internet is running creakily today, which I presume is local pressure from the lockdown and distributed international pressure on certain services. I saw Bandcamp go into maintenance mode twice yesterday during their big promotional push. I am also running creakily, but that’s because I’ve been pumping my brain pretty hard, catching up with the demands of the Current New Normal. Which I’m about to get back to.

If you’re waiting on email from me, I’m at Inbox 23 and going to batch it all on Monday. If you know me, you know how to get hold of me otherwise.

Lauren Walker’s reaction to CASTLEVANIA 309 still cracks me the fuck up.

Inbox 22, I have a phone conference in a couple of hours, and two or three scripts to get out of the door by Monday. And a whole lot of emergency planning to do. Here we go.