As I begin · 5:19am Sep 24th, 2021
I understand the basic parody of writing.
Whatever I write and how I write it, my interpretation is going to be wrong despite the fact I wrote it. The honest effort is that the collective understanding and interpretation of what I have written is more important.
So I have a task for all of you, without reading other's comments or asking my own thoughts.
What is The Death of the Author with Dead Tree? What is the story about to you? Go as deep or as Shallow as you like, I am curious; I'll reveal my understanding next week. But I am deeply curious what my audience has decided my story is about.
Do not be bashful, do not be afraid to tell me it is in fact awful; I am always curious. I am not JK Rowling, I won't reply to a single one of you, that would be wrong. No instead I will be the passive observer who takes all this in and will see what I have created so far.
It's been a story of Hope, love, and above all, Family. I've watched Sunrise and Co. go from a group of circumstantial allies to a close-nit family unit. Their loss, both as a group and individualy, has allowed them to bond together in a stubbornite-clad friendship. Rivalries and loves have weighed heavy over the course of the journey. Yet never have they let it break them. Bend, batter, and bruise yes, but each has been ready to prop the others back up in turn. To put it a bit more succinctly, and hopefully less rambling, despite every challenge, hardship, and tragedy, the bonds of family and friendship have only strengthened. Heck, how else do you go from waking up in a damp cave with a bunch of strangers to being the heart of a community and hosting a wedding/memorial for those same strangers. Sorry again for the text wall, I just had to try and put it all into words. Love the journey so far.
Best wishes, ThatBeardGuy.
The story is the jigsaw puzzle of Wandering Sunrise's posible last incarnation of the Angel with a shotgun. The savior of the wastelands trying to find herself while trying to save those around her. As the pieces fall or get hammered into place, a broader understanding of her past and present moves the reader to the final goal. Righting wrongs, trying to be a better pony, moving others to make the world a better place, while trying to hold onto what little of her soul she has left.