Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Day 2. Project Rebirth.

The comics are all moved into the living room, books are assembled into piles, clothes stacked on my chair. Not bad for just a few hours. I got a good nights sleep, and feel pretty motivated, eager to start my new life.

The next two days, I will organize more, empty out that room, have all the boxes stacked by the door ready to be carried out. I'll go and meet my friends Doug & Stacey for breakfast tomorrow, then come back and do some work, then meet Jeff to pay him for the sublet.

Tonight I will re-write the article on the tourist lanes, work on the Write Club! logo, do up another Write Club Funnies, and when I get home watch Futurama and write up a review to post tomorrow night. I'll prep reviews for Unknown Soldier and Greendale, and get back to Improv Fiction.

Also, I need to finish the Tower of Brahma chapter 63 post, but it will need some time to sit down and wrap up the second half of my entire life. Maybe I should post it as is. I am also going to plan a party, my first Facebook invite, for July 9th to celebrate the completion of my book and the start of my new life.

Start a new blog for Suburban Loser. Ready posts to go up atuomatically every Monday starting July 5th. Start Liquid Fury blog. Ready a page a day starting July 9th. Start posts for the blog. Get back to TenTon. Start talking to Reilly about promoting Power Play. Design a logo.

Begin work on Mustang Frankenstein. Finish Pryzmalite Massacre. Outline Deadbeat, Union Squared, Time & Space, and Working Title. Research something once a week. Fiction book once a week. Grab a stack of comics and scan them in and try and sell them.

Figure out what days off would be best. Talk to Christian about when I can come up and visit. Find out Boston's deal, Brothers Price's deal with Wburg, and look into Wendy's house in Bronx. Get a new tattoo.

Get guitar from dad, learn it, rock out, start a band.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Summer Solstice. 2010. Rebirth. Day 1.

Today is the first day. I will begin this day as the first step on that journey of a thousand miles. My mind will stay sharp, clear, and on task. I will not deviate from this set plan until I see "Boston" Scott Morrill in Massachusetts, Christian Laura in New Paltz, Michael D'Amato & Gary Foster on Long Island.

I will not give into self-pity, depression, or mania. I will remain cool headed, detached, and driven in my goal. Everything that has come before was to set this stage. I know need to walk out front and center, and deliver my lines. This is everything I have ever worked for in my life, all I ever wanted.

I will clean out this room, place all my belongings in the living room, prepare them to be moved by next week the latest. Find the best storage unit. Less up front and more expensive is okay. 5x7 minimum. Pack essentials into a backpack. Make sure computer bag is set to be fully mobile.

Call credit card companies. Find out the essentials. Ask about loan or debt consolidation. Worry about IRS in the Fall. Count on paying rent by October. Push for November. Find best way to sell comic books. Talk to WildPig convention organizer.

Work on screenplays by July 5th. Start posting Suburban Loser first Monday. Begin researching Amateur. Edit one chapter of Tower of Brahma a week, remove it from online. Start Liquid Fury tumblr. Tie blogspot into it, new twitter name. Script Power Play #2. Start music/animation project.

Read one book a week, weekly visit to storage, switch book, get batch of comics to scan & sell. Gym three times a week. One night of research. One movie night. Find cheap food to buy weekly. Write something every day that is personal and non-fiction.

Plan ridiculous trip for bday. Leave NY by NYCC.

Do more magic and meditation. Prepare rituals of your own design. Burn all that you longer need.

Redefine yourself as you truly are.

Love,

K

Friday, June 18, 2010

Daily Dosage - 6/18/10 8:02am

I'm kind of annoyed with people today, so trying not to feel lonely and desperate for communication. Maybe I'll just go see A-Team instead.

I started doing a daily improv writing exercise, where two random suggestions from FaceBook peeps are weaved together into a story. It's been really helpful so far, and I feel like I'm reaching more of an audience and creating a backlog of offbeat material.

I gotta touch base with Ben to find out about the design aspect of the 'zine. Finish the new Write Club! logo. Re-write the article on Jeff Greenspan. Prep for the second to last Tower of Brahma entry. Find reference for new grindhouse style hotrod road webcomic.

Ugh, whatever humanity. Leave me alone to write. Now if I only had a wi-fi connection.

K

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Daily Affirmations 6/16/10 1:32am

This uncontrollable loneliness strikes me each night as I look at Facebook, AIM, Gchat, Tumblr, for someone to talk to. The night shift is not my friend, and any other friends I may still have are on the opposite schedule.

So I will take to writing a blog entry when these moods strike. Amazing how hard it is to sit down and write when this lethargy takes hold, midway through my shift, my energy all but gone. I know I'll be awake in four hours when I get home, and asleep as everyone wakes up.

It's now nearly 8am and I've read some Green Lantern Corp comics, looked at porn, and read my latest chapter in the Tower of Brahma. It is nearly perfect in its structure and execution. This chapter (61.i) represents me really accomplishing what I set out to do.

I wanted to take the seven deadly sins and deconstruct them, first in the abstract (superego) sense where we can refer to the masses, then I (rushed) threw some of my own personal "sins" or self-pitying guilt trips in at the end. The more personal side of my writing, the individual, needs to be better integrated into the narrative.

I also used the major chakras running down our torsos, as a way of triggering the final release of the sins of man from my body. Tossed together with a vague backdrop of a collapsing curtain of reality and the unicorn third eye spike protruding from my forehead. I went with instinct on color/animal associations and I think it paired up nicely.

The backstory for this chapter is that of the entire plot of Tower of Brahma, which is what I was writing toward. What is the point? What is the meaning of life? Why shouldn't I just kill myself right now? I wanted to know the true answer and while writing (all of this book was written stream-of-conciousness with loose outlines in my head) I decoded whatever it was that I needed to know.

Charles Crown writes a book while undergoing some sort of existential crisis. From rest stops in Jersey to Suburbia, Long Island to NYC, Colombia, LA, San Diego, San Francisco, Florida, Massachusetts, Philly, and Pittsburgh. To the brink of insanity, a psych ward, medication and alcoholism. To Freemasons and killing his father...he experiences an adventure.

To help process the information, he creates two fictional secret agents, Fenris & Spider, who are out to destroy the Universe. Spider is the mentor, the killer, the silent dark rogue ninja with a bad attitude. Fenris is the sad, sensitive, oblivious, stark raving madman novice. What is their mission? Can a coherent plot be developed by a writer who is losing his mind?

What is the Tower of Brahma? A mythic Hindu legend. 64 discs of gold atop one of three tiers. Move a tower to another tier one disc at a time, with never a larger one atop a smaller. This repititious puzzle forever occupying the hands of a monk, shuffling discs as his mind wanders.

It is a mathematical concept called recursive, developed by a 19th century mathematician who no doubt wrapped the Hindu legend around it to make it sexy. It stuck and becomes the basis for computer programming, developing the ever expanding nature of computer data processing, setting free the mind into the furthest reaches of abstract math.

What did ending the world mean? A quote from Matt Groening on the end of times is paraphrased as such: "When I die, that's the end of the world for me." No more participation in the mass hallucination that passes for reality means that reality is done. Meaning that each perspective of reality is unique and a unvierse upon itself.

There's part of Faust, De La Guarda, Beat Poetry, bad action movies, experimental films, drunken insanity, altered states of conciousness, paranoid schizophrenia, therapy, hospital visits, broken hearts, lost friendships, despair, loneliness, depression, manic behavior, ranting, raving, depraved debauchery, and on and on.

This book is the past 6+ years of my life. And in two weeks it is over and done with forever. I will get my answer.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Sugar on the LES

I've come and gotten a chicken noodle soup and a buger at my favorite all night diner in the LES 'Sugar'. I used to order the burger from here and take it home to my East Village apt all the time. I used to even order it delivery. It was that good.

Now I'm fairly drunk, and I could have gone over to the Regent Diner over on Suffolk & Houston and gotten some gravy fries as I've done several time over. But I wanted a Sugar burger, as they are unrivaled at most places I've been.

Sitting at Sugar I see at least one girl that should be stolen away from her douchebag boyfriend who's got a generic set of tattoos down his arm and a tag still on his Yankee cap. I want to punch his face until he's under the pavement. I wish to destroy him.

That applies to most guys in the area, if not all of NYC. They think they're hard, and maybe I do too, but if I'm not then this guy certainly isn't. And there's no way he should be running his hands along the thigh of a hot, young short-skirted chick. But he is.

She gets up and changes spots beyond my vision, but he's still there, along with the others who really need to be destroyed. Young, expense account assholes, who have nothing but to feel like they need to be part of the counter-culture movement. But instead they're just propagating the status quo of hipsterism over functionality.

I just want food, sustenance, something that'll taste good that I can go home back to Brooklyn with that'll carry me over til tomorrow. And it finally arrives. The chicken noodle soup was amazing actually, best I've had in awhile, but now my burger is here.

I go to the bathroom and when I come out my table has been cleared. I go by the register and no one is there. The door is open. I run for it, making my way to the nearby deli to get a ginger ale, then cut the corner to the F line at Delancey.

It's the first time I run on the tab, and I don't feel that bad, figuring the richie fucks will cover my balance, but either way I don't expect to be in the LES to eat again, especially after I've moved out of the East Village where my asshole ex-roommate lives. One last quality place wiped off the map of where I can eat.

Hopefully it won't be the last.

Friday, June 11, 2010

June 11, 2010 - Daily Check-In

Lying on mounds of dirty t-shirts from my youth, all bound up in a green laundry bag, serving as a lumpy mattress. A puffy winter coat is my pillow. Wifebeater and boxer briefs in the stale smokey air in my tiny room.

I'm planning out the exact day I move things into storage. Right now it seems the bulk of the move is probably Wednesday, June 23. After that I shall be mobile, a vagabond, a drifter. For at least two months until I get back on top of my debt and hopefully be able to swing going to San Diego.

I'm pseudo prepping for my first article I will pitch to the Daily News. I'll be interviewing an artist as he performs/is photographed, detailing out his tourist lane "street art". It'll likely be at 8am so god help me. I may just have to stay awake til then.

I have an idea for Monday's Tower of Brahma. The Seven Deadly Sins as judged upon myself. Exposing my seven sins in my life, where I strayed from the path of righteousness. I mean, the main character is in Hell, at the very last moment of humanity. May as well acknowledge and dismiss that whole sIn concept.

Waiting on notes for the screenplay. Should be able to bang it out quick once we break down the scenes. Prob have to meet with the guys in person to get the jokes and the dialogue to sound authentic. Remember to email about that meeting.

Trying to work up a new Write Club! logo and I think I have an idea. We shall see. Have to schedule out an article a week for the next few. Check into San Diego. Start writing reviews again.

I should prep a Sub*Text Saturday just for fun.

Time to shower.

K

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

June 9, 2010 - Assessment of Self

Hello. My name is Kurt Christenson. I am 33 years old, I grew up on Long Island, and now reside in Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. I am a writer.

This blog will be the future site of the alt.lit 'zine I am working on putting together. Right now we have the stories together and are working on the design and more artsy aspects of it. Sub*Text will be a literary magazine that puts forth the type of material that I enjoy, mostly new stuff that's influenced from Beat Poets, Surrealists, 70's Sci-Fi Satire, the DADA Movement, comic books, fantasy...rather than anything that is considered "Literature".

I also would like it to feature different artists, but local or independent artists that are doing it for the love of it, because they are compelled to create, instead of trying to market themselves. Leave the marketing to me guys, I won't steer you wrong. The artists I would first like to promote are Stu Horvath & Andrea Sparacino, a photographer and an illustrator respectively.

If you are a writer or artist, of any shape, form or medium, please let me know. I am always looking for someone else to help promote their work. To that end, I am the designer and co-creator/host of WRITE CLUB! the podcast/blog that showcases a lot of independent creators, from comic books to filmmakers, as well as provide you with interviews and insider tips to the comic book industry.

The site will be expanding in the next few months, when we roll out a new show format and slick new website. In the meantime, we'll keep on posting up interviews and articles that provides a fresh new look at art/writing/comics/movies/theatre/fashion and beyond. We are always looking for contributors as well, so if you you want to geek out on something just let us know.

I'm also in the process of re-imagining our webcomic section, so if there's any suggestions or comments, let me know what would be cool, what you want to read or check out. Right now it should be a good sampling of comic strip, photography, short stories, and sketches.

To help promote the WRITE CLUB! name, and to keep a daily log of the important links that I come across for our audience, I have created the WRITE CLUB! Tumblr. Anything I see that focuses on comic news, superhero movies, tips and tricks for writers, open submissions/contests, Art show gallery information, author interviews, etc. I will post it up on here. There's a lot of information floating around the internet, and this will be a good lightning rod for practical and entertaining goodies.

I also have my own personal Tumblr, AgentFenris, which will be the main outside link to this blog. Any contributor to this site going forward will need their own Tumblr account as well as Twitter. This way Sub*Text will a multi-tiered creator contact site. You can read the print 'zine, go to this blog to read more/current articles, then go to a creator's individual Tumblr where they can get to know them more personally.

In this way I will create a celebrity based hierarchy which is necessary in any self-sustaining system. From this I will form a scene for this new "vibe" we are providing to the stale art/lit world that currently exists. It's us, doing what we want, how we want, having others appreciate it. The masses must be told that this is quality, and we have to learn how to say that to ourselves first. And the only thing that does that is doing something with it.

Success. Each little bit will feed our egos. We will want more.

I three weeks from finishing my first novel, the Tower of Brahma. I started this book (based off a screenplay from college) when I was 26 years old, living as a suburban loser in North Massapequa, Long Island, down the block from my Junior High School. I had no friends, minimal contact with my family, and stuck in a six year relationship that was a strained roommate situation more than anything else.

Over the next seven years of writing it, I moved to NYC, went to Colombia, got a tattoo, climbed a mountain, got blackout drunk, cried, ran amuck, and fell in love with the city streets. I was unemployed, a vagabond, living out of my car, staying with friends, from vegetarian to chain smoker. I had epic romantic one night stands and heart wrenching relationships. I was manic, laughing through the streets of the East Village, bleeding and dragging myself along in Soho.

I spent a week in the psych ward at St. Vincent's, just a few months before they shut down the hospital. I moved to Brooklyn. I ended an engagement. A pop singer's DJ defiled my ex-future wife. I pick up and move on, again. Prepping the books and videos for storage, gearing up to become mobile, San Diego Comicon looming on the horizon, my graveyard shift at Daily News my only stability.

This book contains all of this and more. It's a look inside what was really going on with me when I was daydreaming, sleeping, walking by myself. My real struggle, life lived, is in these words. Reality becomes broken down to symbols and metaphors. I overcome obstacles, which when reduced to words, are easily dismissed. There is a fictional thread, a storyline upon which my daily drama is hung upon.

Charles Crown wrote a book. It was insane, gibberish. It focused on Agent Fenris and Agent Spider, a pupil and master, who were sent to destroy the world utilizing the Tower of Brahma. The tower is comprised of three towers, one with sixty four disks stacked on it, that must be moved one at a time, never a bigger on a smaller one. When this is completed the world comes to an end.

Besides the obvious nod to the 'Nine Billion Names of God' short story that I loved as a kid, the 'Tower of Brahma' is a simple computer program/puzzle that is meant to teach recursive, or ever expanding information, the basis for computer programming. The actual origin was supposed to be based on a Hindu legend, but is really just a fancy story wrapped around a mathematical formula created/discovered by a 19th century mathematician.

What is the Tower?

It is math. It is the Tower of Babel, an antennae to God, a monument to Mankind's power, civilization's apex. It is the process of stacking disks, swapping them around, the repetitive motion. Where does your mind go when you do something over and over, to the point of automatic reflex, what are you thinking about? A daydream of suicide and newfound religion is what I thought of. A hero's journey into the self, calling out all the symbolic stand-ins for what they really are. My father. My self. My humanity.

Agent Fenris is a kid superspy. He dies when he is younger, and is then resurrected sixty four seconds later. In that time his mind became a blank slate. His only memory from his brief five years alive was a deep seeded connection to dogs, a brush with canine savagery embedded into his instincts. His parents were young, and needed the money, his genetic history and unique mental condition made him perfect. They bonded an early AI chip inside him, allowing him to relearn at an enhanced rate.

He became a kid spy, infiltrating a lair, a villains' scheme, only to be betrayed by his childhood crush, a class rival, Agent Strange. He was decommissioned and made to forget by a chemical concoction made of spiders' venom, Fenris was now Charles Crown again. A simple kid, distanced from all those who knew him, kept at an arm's length. He grew up alone and as an outsider in his own body. Disconnected from reality, half a computer program, half a wounded wolf.

Then he went insane, or rather he began to awaken, when a dormant part of his personality stepped forward through the novel he began to write. Agent Spider was everything he wasn't, the anti-matter ass-kicking reflection of himself. Through the words he wrote, he saw the pattern and knew when it was his time to step forward. He had a purpose. A destiny to end everything that ever was. After all he wasn't emotionally invested. Hadn't they all spurned him?

I hope it reads as part memoir, part pulp, part essay, all told through poetic prose. It has a lot of ideas and plays on words in it. If something doesn't make sense or needs explanation, please let me know. I will begin the process of editing the book a chapter a week after its completion, removing one a week from this site. Where you'll have to buy a final print version from me to ever read again.

I love the idea of removing a free text from the internet, deleting its entire electronic existence, only to have it liberated into paper and ink form. Almost everyone I've ever met in the last seven years is in those pages, and here's your last chance to be involved in the production of my first novel. I hope to print it up with various covers and to stain the pages with tea in order to make it appear to be an old pulp paperback. But after those sixty four copies that I will make, I won't make any more.

On January 1st, 2011 I begin work on the sequel NEW WORLD: ORDER, which I will post up online one chapter a week as I write them. This will show Charles Crown's rise to power, that is if he doesn't die at the end of Tower of Brahma. After all, the ending is not yet written. That will have 100 chapters and I aim to finish it upon the Winter Solstice of 2012. As the Mayan calendar ends, a critical juncture is reached in the history of mankind, I will be there writing about it through these characters.

When that books becomes a smash hit and I get recognition from various writing establishments, I will enter the arena of fiction warriors, other writers all vying for the top spot. This will be the final book in the Agent Fenris trilogy, VALHALLA. Who knows how long that one will be and when I ever finish it. I hope to finally release it by the time I am age sixty, as the sixty year old version of me appears in this book.

The Tower of Brahma is me teaching myself to write. It's about lifting myself out of the abyss with my talent. Hopefully it reaches someone and they can see me for who I really am. I can not connect fully with anyone else, as half my consciousness resides in this story. I find myself having to type such blatant truths such as this in order to show people what I am about. It's a cry for help and a declaration of independence. This is my story.

As for my other work, I will be starting up the LEGEND OF LIQUID FURY blog in the next few weeks, which will show off the final phase of development for my graphic novel that I co-created with Chris Chua. Right now it's been exactly 9 years since we first started it, and it's been a long wild journey. By the ten year mark you will have this book in your hands. In the meantime you can enjoy the sci-fi/fantasy kung fu revenge story of Wulong for yourselves weekly as I post more pages and behind the scenes/influences of the book.

By the fall I will have a new site set up to promote the digital comic POWER PLAY that I am currently working on with Reilly Brown. Can't talk about this too much but this will be awesome. It's New York City/Brooklyn centric and so you'll see the characters interact with the city as it is, as we see it right here, right now. This one will be big. Hollywood Movie, video game tie-in, Saturday Morning Cartoon style. We're both trying to think about why Lee/Kirby's Spider-Man is more relevant to us than the current books and trying to incorporate that into these characters.

Otherwise, I've just begun my screenplay work in earnest. Outlining one script for possible high profile person, as I begin to work on finishing the slasher flick I have half written. Structuring out the three or four other film projects that could be easy to film once my demented sidekick Boston Scott frees himself from the Sunshine State and policework in order to come up here and dominate the film world with me.

A few other ideas are being kicked around, and nothing is being written off. I will try every format and medium, create in them all. If the plan goes correctly I will even be rocking out in a band by mid-summer. With this post I hope to be consistently blogging so as to make a name for myself out here in the Wild West Frontier that folks call the internets.

So stayed tuned for all of that. It's time I started making it happen.

Love.

K