Why Do I Have An Emu?

I'm taking advantage of my unanticipated vacation to work on my book. After reading every publication on the planet regarding how authors should organize their ideas, I finally have been able to put those books to good use.

They're sitting in an intellectually artistic casual assortment on my coffee table.

I'm beginning to suspect that one of the problems my brain has dealing with the world is that it doesn't like being stuffed into rules and structure. I find that confusing, and stressful. My wiring can't process it.

So I sat down to just plain old write yesterday. Start at the beginning and let the stories tell themselves, as they did when I was a child. The first thing that happened was the damn emu showed up. No idea where the damn emu came from or what he's doing there. Why an emu?

I guess I'm going to find out when I do today's installment. Or maybe the answer to the emu won't come until later. I wonder what today will bring - it's fun and exciting to write this way.

Cheers