Where To Find Me On The Internet, Late 2019 Edition

My newsletter goes out every Sunday unless it’s on short hiatus for some reason, and you can subscribe to it at orbitaloperations.com . I’ve been newslettering in some form or other since the 1990s, and, on the current iteration, some 22.5K people suffer the consequences.

This site, where I live, sends out updates to @warrenellis at Twitter and, in some cases, @warrenellis at Instagram, both of which occasionally get other things thrown at them.

If you see who I follow on IG, you can find members of the cast and crew of the CASTLEVANIA show, which I write and exec-produce, and my network Netflix, as well as my current comics publishers, DC Comics and Image Comics.

This site syndicates out to Tumblr and an Official Facebook Page, neither of which I use. And, of course, if you’re a proper hermit, this site expresses an RSS feed.

I think the only other thing that increments is my Bandcamp collection page. And, yes, I have bought more than 1100 pieces of work through Bandcamp. I have a problem. (Yes, just the one. Shut up.)

I have pretty much retired from the internet. Bumped into William Gibson the other month – hadn’t seen him for fourteen years or so, and he commented that one of the great pleasures of Old Twitter was that it nevertheless felt like we were speaking every day. Things changed. I retired from the field.

I no longer give talks, keynotes, lectures, whatever you want to call them. I’ve bailed out of the whole futurism/tech/haunted circuit. I only go to conventions and festivals when compelled to by the power of Contractual Obligations — so occasionally I will be witnessed at a distance, like a flabby woodland ghost, when required to manifest for a tv show or a book.

And now I have a FAQ to link to. Thanks for indulging me, reader.


How you know it’s Xmas in my town: the German Sausage people come back for the season

STATUS 15nov19

Home alone, deep into working out the details of a story, screening TWIN PEAKS Season 3 on mute while I play SOLILOQUY FOR LILITH by Nurse With Wound over the top because this is how we get our cold lonely shit done


It is now fully Screener Season. At least Amazon sent theirs all at once in (this year) a little box, presumably having learned the lesson that sending a single DVD of MRS MAISEL in a giant hatbox was 1) way over the top 2) cost some of us a bunch of money in customs charges 3) seriously a hatbox how baked were you when you came up with that one

Listening to ATMOSPHERE FOR DREAMING by Steve Roach, inbox resting at 14, doing some thinking before I hit the actual tasks of the day.


Back home and feeding the dinosaurs.

I slept something like ten hours last night. Two days of early starts for the run into the wastelands west of London to think out loud in a room for seven or eight hours straight is, it turns out, kind of hard on the brain.

Five more weeks of two-days-a-week doing that, which isn’t exactly breaking rocks for a living – but it turns out that damn I need that ten hour shutdown afterwards.

Inbox: 22, and today I have to write a quote for something, spend some time on show outline PROJECT SMOKEHILL, try to put some more bones and meat into idea-in-development PROJECT URUK, and getting my notes together for the second draft of a HEAVEN’S FOREST script. And, since it’s only 408am in Los Angeles, I imagine the list will start getting added to in a few hours.

Oh shit. I have to do a blurb for an old friend’s book, too. Time to make more coffee and get all this in order.


Back on site and having a surprising amount of fun. But I am mostly coffee at this point so who really knows


I’m still opening last week’s mail, and this was a genuine pleasure to find. Thanks, Farel!

It is 1014am — back in training to get in the car service at 930am tomorrow – and i am mostly dead hi


Book: randomly found under a pile in my office. Object: given to me last week, “for luck and for wealth.” I am unconvinced.

I’ve got to start putting Sunday’s newsletter together today, but I can feel another December newsletter hiatus coming on. I’m doing what feels like a lot right now, and something’s going to have to give. And the newsletter is “deadline” work that isn’t actually work, actually costs me money rather than earns it, and constitutes a couple of hours that can turn out to be vital for another time-sensitive job.

Inbox: 19, and listening to BREATH OF LIGHT REMAINS by Primitive Motion and Anthony Burr. Back to work.


An antique swinging cudgel thing I was given for Xmas a few years ago. Keeping it in the office near the keyboard seems right and correct.

I am listening to Council Of Nine, with SATANTANGO up on the big screen, which also seems right and correct. Right now, I’m producing some material for the big project I’m consulting on, before I move on into some other things, to clear the weekend to process HEAVEN’S FOREST notes, because I’m back in the car to do the in-person consulting thing again on Monday. I probably should not have any more coffee. But probably will.

Inbox 13, 8 degrees C dropping to 1 C tonight, everything holding steady.