Mr. Donald Ross:
2501025!!! Bridge!
I absolutely love this story (even as I'm still writing it), and I will be glad to tell you how it all started.
Bridge (formally An Enigma) was, by far, something that spawned from a place I can't even begin to describe... Because I don't know where it was. I sat down in front of the computer, one day, and sat...
All of a sudden, I got the sudden urge to write "An Enigma". After I did, words started flowing out like pee. What's interesting is that you're actually viewing the story as it was written. Everything was completely out of place. But here's the part I still don't understand: with every scene, every different scene, it was like it was already written in my head. Because when Sonic is at Knuckles' birthday, he mentions, after hearing the words "Deal", that Knuckles' has a big nose. Now, later, of course, we find out that Sonic makes a deal with Snively which was part of the reason his mind became so fragmented, thus explaining (in a visual sense, I'm about to explain) why when Sonic looks up, Knuckles' face is stretching across the table, due to the word "Deal" fucking up his conciousness...
So, the weird part? I hadn't planned any of this out. It fucking baffles me. I wrote "he has a big nose", and the whole thing with that word (Deal) without having any knowledge or intention of writing that other part, some three or four scenes later, when Snively is there. Really strange.
Anyway, Bridge is a mixture of a lot of reflections on myself, literature, the subject of mind, and many other things that make it the breathing, pulsing mass that it is.
It's also just a good story, and there's nothing I like more then hearing, reading, or seeing a good story.
Except maybe Julie-Su. Rawr.
Sean Catlett:
Why'd you rename it to Bridge?
Mr. Donald Ross:
Unfortunately, I can't say...
YET.
Dunnuh nuh.
Sean Catlett:
Ah, so you will finish it sooner or later.
Mr. Donald Ross:
Oh, most def'. I'm getting a laptop soon. I'll probably write like crazy when I get the chance. I've been busy, see. Which has a lot to do with not writing a whole lot as of late. Have to go to fucking start Driver's Ed this Monday.
Being sixteen is being anxious and reluctant at the same time.
Continue to Part Seven
