By Joshua Ryan
I realize that writers need to predict the questions that their readers will ask, so I’ll answer the question that’s on your mind: Did I think about what would happen if I found out I wouldn’t actually get celled up with Steven? Or if I found out that I hated him or something?
So the answer is, yeah! I thought about it. It got more interesting during the months between my passing the first check to Donald and my appointment with the arresting officer. At first I hadn’t wanted to give it much thought. I was so fascinated by the idea of getting close to this man whose story I was putting myself into … It would be a tragedy if anything went wrong about him.
But gradually I was getting a feel for writing my own story. I don’t mean writing, like, on a keyboard. I mean, I’d got this idea about going to prison, and I’d written the whole script, and now it was getting produced, and it was exactly the kind of story I wanted to be in! And if Steven got cut out of the script somehow, I would still be in it. It was my own story.
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