Chapter 3 of ILZ, which I considered done several weeks ago, has gone back under the knife to better fit my evolved story concept of Book I. I hope you’ll be patient with me as I put the finishing touches on the very much connected Chapters 3 & 4 which should be available within days of each other to make up for the long wait. The weird thing is I’m also writing Chapter 7, GUTS, congruently because they are so firmly entwined, but I have yet to start 5 or 6 . Man oh man though, Chapter 8 is a funny/exciting one. I can’t wait to show it to you.
I got sick over the weekend and lost some precious Zombie writing time but I’m on the mend and the rewrites are going well. In the meantime head on over to ILZ’s FACEBOOK PAGE to become a fan and spread the word about my feldgling serial. Seriously wondering if it was wise to make the heart symbol part of the title… pretty tough to search for.
A friend of mine was telling me how the reknowned futurist (a real career -mind you) who foretold the coming of the internet and information age predicted that by 2015 the advances in medical science would come so fast and so startling that for each successive year I lived on I would extend my lifespan by one year, in essence, living forever.
And it reminded me of a passage from Chuck P’s Lullabye
Imagine immortality, where even a marriage of fifty years would feel like a one-night stand. Imagine seeing trends and fashions blur past you. Imagine the world more crowded and desperate every century. Imagine changing religions, homes, diets, careers, until none of them have any real value. Imagine traveling the world until you’re bored with every square inch. Imagine your emotions, your loves, your hate and rivalries and victories, played out again and again until life is nothing more than a melodramatic soap opera. Until you regard the birth and death of other people with no more emotion than the wilted cut fowers you throw away.
I tell Helen, I think we’re immortal already.
I am in no means an advocate of anti-intellectualism. But it would seem that the curiosity which drives the pursuit of truth is a plague which will eventually claim us all, immortal or not.
Takko recently brought home a Jet Comics manga by Wakasugi Kiminori called Detroit Metal City or DMC for short. At first I thought it was going to be a heavy metal version of Beck –which I never could get into– but thank my lucky stars, it wasn’t.
DMC is clearly a goof on Seikima II and specifically Demon Kogure though Western readers will probably see the band and it’s vocalist Klauser the II as a hybrid of KISS and GWAR. The genius trick in the manga though is that the vocalist and founder of the band is, in his real life, an aspiring cafe pop singer who worships at the altar of Shibuya-kei artists like Kahimi Karie and has a poster of Amelie in his room. Unfortunately, his career as a mild mannered swedish pop singer is going nowhere and his career as a demon god who sings lyrics like “rape all the women, they’re all pigs, I am the dark lord” has taken off.
The hijinx always start when he tries to supress his dark side and it comes roaring back to restore the balance to his yin/yang. One of the funnier bits comes when he tries to pull off a date with Aikawa, a girl who knows him from his pre-DMC days and doesn’t yet know that he is Klauser, and do a tv interview in character as Klauser II at the same time.