Save the Scary
Deep discussions with puppets can go on for weeks, and this one did. Back and forth we went daily with emails. We talked about everything: wardrobe, physicality, hinge points, unicycles, feet/no feet, and then I explained the story and musical score to him and … crickets. Either he is still running for the hills or he is locked in a closet with piles of someone’s dirty clothes on his face. Saving the scary only makes people more afraid for whatever else could be looming around the next corner. I’ll give him until Friday and then I’ll smoke him out.
