Wifesy and I were watching J. Edgar the other day.  I’m a huge Dustin Lance Black fan.  As we were watching it, we were struck with a couple of moments where we thought, “That can’t be true.”  Wifesy goes nuts when she’s watching something that she knows is based on a real person’s life, right away, she wants to know what’s true and what’s not.  When the truth gets stretched, she gets angry.   As a writer, this doesn’t bother me as much.  I feel that the author has license and that whatever is in the interest of making a good story better, well, that’s okay by me.  Lie if you want.  Elaborate.  Exaggerate.  I don’t mind.  But, not Wifesy if she feels that…