There is a story I don't want to tell.
It bridges one part of The Project with another. And I ain't spilling.
The guys gave me less shit about it than I'd imagined. I imagined them pushing me, kicking my ass. Instead they sipped their beers and encouraged me to lie. "Who gives a shit about the truth?" Rob said. "I just care about the emotional truth."
Thank heaven. I thought I would walk out of there with my ass stinging. But lying -- now that's just a tasty option.
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Allison, if I thought this was going to represent an issue in the quality of your finished work I'd have screamed bloody murder.
If you can't come up with a transition that does what the real story would have done or better I will be squealing loud.
But this kind of work has more than one side -- and if being 'true' to the experience winds up making you feel shitty then the work has failed you. If you don't deliver true feelings then you've failed the work.
I don't think either of those things is going to happen.
Dude, I hope to not make you squeal. I hope to make any of you shriek or throw your beers. Y'all are now somewhat in my head as I write ... and that's GOOD. It's a gift.
Thank you.
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