I was going to quote something long-winded by some famous person about the fact that all writers (even those dry scientific types) are liars, weaving intricately beautiful lies, making sense out of the chaos, and all that associated jive, but it wouldn’t help. The truth is only possible in the moment, and every interpretation of the truth is a dramatization – it may not have happened.
What, then, do we do? Simple:
“Just say. Just write. Just do.”
… and hope that the lies are worth reading.