Bloody hell, eh? One minute you’re down the pub complaining that nothing exciting happens these days, the next thing you know there are blokes in hazmat suits waving machine guns about and nailing your windows shut. Oh well, shouldn’t grumble. Of all the people who lived on this fair planet, we’re the ones who get to watch it end. Front row seats to the apocalypse! Evolutionarily speaking, those things are rarer than Hamilton tickets.
If any of the above sounds tasteless, I’m sorry. I really am. I just don’t have a better way of dealing with what’s going on right now. Ever heard the saying, “Bad times make for good jokes”? Yeah. Sometimes the jokes aren’t even good. Sometimes, they’re just screams into the void.
Like many of you, I’m stuck indoors, running low on supplies/medicine and trying to figure out ways to keep an infant entertained for what might end up being months. We’ve only been isolated for a few days so far, and the idea of getting any writing done has already become the stuff of a madman’s dream. I guess what I’m saying is, don’t be surprised if the next Uncanny Kingdom titles are a little slow to the market. Sorry. We’re doing our best to keep things ticking over, but it’s not easy dreaming up fizzy little adventure stories when you’re out of baby paracetamol and your kid starts dry coughing.
Again, I’m sorry this all a bit bleak, but I know I’m not alone in this. Most of you will be suffering right now, and many far worse than I, so consider this a note of solidarity. Be safe out there, folks, and look after one another. Try not to let the stress overwhelm you, and remember that we’re all feeling it, so be good to the other guy.