I was just about to start on a new blog post (opening sentence: Jason Grey has no idea how lucky he is to be a normal…) when a post titled “What’s Wrong With Immortality?” showed up in my WordPress reader.
Definitely a “Hail, Murphy!” moment.
I only laughed for a minute, though; my brain hurts this morning (because mindlinks and insomnia don’t mix well). Now I’m drinking coffee — which I would have done anyway, obviously, given what I was preparing to blog about — and generally feeling amused at a string of weird coincidences. I’ll probably still be amused about it on Tuesday, when I’ll have even more to say on this topic.
The author of that other blog observes that many works of fiction lately have immortal characters who angst a lot (my expression, not hers) about being immortal, and asks some good questions about why we might see immortality as a bad thing. I intend to comment on that post once I get my thoughts in order. I also intend to blog about it here, since the topic of immortality/not aging and how a person would deal with that is relevant to my own fiction (and if you haven’t guessed that already, you’re either new here or definitely not paying attention), and besides, it’s interesting. (I should ask Alex W. what he thinks about it, since the psychology of semi-immortal individuals is something of both professional and personal interest to him. [snarky comments about Freud deleted as both off-topic and weird])