Via BGR, surfaced by Adam Deats on Twitter overnight. Big phone conference on the other show today at 3, delivered my rewrite a day early so I’ve got today to get ahead on other stuff or possibly just lay here in a bleary heap because waking up was a struggle and it’s barely 3 degrees here. Inbox: 9. Dead Body Quotient: 9300 out of 10

It’s snowing out here, and the wind chill has it down to -2. Which I realise, for many of you, is nothing, and you’re laughing at me for even considering it worth mentioning. But out here on the Thames Delta, the warmest and driest place in Britain, it’s a bit of a body shock this morning.

Inbox 16, and two phone interviews today, so I’m likely to be a bit absent from communications channels, and also possibly building a fire to keep the cats alive. At least, that’s what two very pissed off cats are telling me.

It is bastard cold outside, I had my monthly insomnia bout last night, and I have two phone interviews set for later, Inbox 27 which is Not Good, so basically I’m a zombie and Not Around today. MOAR COFFEEEE

Quick carb stop while also getting a two mile walk in. Inbox is some terrible number, I have phone interviews for the show scheduled and have to get two scripts out by end of week, so I’m jus enjoying the quiet time.

ME: I just did a 10 minute run and now I can’t feel my legs

CHIP: What, you need legs for writing?

ME:

Already processed a design deck, approved a cover idea, written down some plot beats, beaten the overnight down to Inbox: 10 and chewing salads with sadness. Also doing a mild water load this week, because I’ve been bad at hydration, and I am currently sloshing around with 1400ml of water inside me at (checks clock) 145pm. (I woke up at 10am.)

Okay. The next 31 days are full speed. Here we go again.

The day after my birthday, I started keeping a written log of what I do every day. Even after only a week, it exposes that even on the days I don’t think I’ve done much, I do a lot. It’s just that slews of emails and AV and document processing and calls don’t feel like the actual work. I need to remind myself that, these days, it is in fact a big part of the actual work.

As of today, I have also had to become one of those people who logs their water intake. I tell you, this bio-maintenance shit is some bullshit. I should have been sideloaded into a new body by now.

Kemper Norton just sent me his new record, I’m off —

Weatherchickens are activated. Inbox at a nightmare 28, I have a script that refuses to die and two more ganging up behind it and i need more coffee so assume I’m dead in a ditch

Minute steak, 3-egg scramble with chipotle flakes, smoked chili, smoked garlic & smoked paprika, half a Romano pepper and a handful of dried mushrooms. Also quite a lot of espresso so far, because the overnight email was large. Yes, you have to deal with my reset bullshit today.

I have a BATMAN’S GRAVE script in front of me that’s giving me shit, so I’m at the desk all day until it’s dead. I also have a blu-ray that according to Amazon is seven stops away!

Also according to my watch I ran about a mile on a rebounder and now i can’t feel my legs

Drying mushrooms. Starting a ten-day diet reset, which mostly involves cutting bad habits like eating delicious crap. Drying these off and tossing with a little thyme salt (which I made last year) and smoked salt (which I didn’t make and should learn to) will help manage the craving for delicious evil crisps. Remember, in my country, crisp technology is highly evolved. It’s not like your fucking Ruffles or whatever. This is the seat of civilisation we are talking about here.

That said, I also note that this half of Southend is cut off from London by landslips on the train line, so we could be full Mad Max by the weekend.

Inbox at a girthy 21 because I haven’t even attempted to clear it yet. I had studio notes and overnight confirmation of a CASTLEVANIA social media drop at 5pm UK time, so it’s been reading and messaging so far today, and talking to a friend about a project that doesn’t have a codename yet because it is purely notional at this time. Which reminds me, I need to start the newsletter. And also get ahold of the new functions on the WordPress theme the site is now using. Okay. More water. Here we go.

Spotted at the Hope & Ruin on Sunday.

I’ve started keeping a written log of what I do at the desk all day, and today’s page is already half-full. Inbox 13 after two hours’ grinding, the boards are marked up and I had a small breakthrough on something I’m developing for a friend — one of those small details that appear completely unnecessary internal logic / dressing until you get it and you realise it speaks to the whole thing. And to get it, I had to go against one of my long-standing rules, which is: “hyperspace” is magic handwavium bullshit. Sometimes you have to give up old thinking to get at the new idea, right?

I want to get some notes down later about “blogs,” which also goes against the long-standing rule of us old internet dinosaurs — “blogging about blogging.” But I need to get some thinking out in front of me where I can see it properly and work with it.