I worry sometimes, when I write, that my ideas are too far-fetched. The emu, in my novel, for example. Would anyone really believe that there’s an emu, sometimes wandering loose in a small Washington town?
The unbelievable emu inserted itself into the story against my will several months ago. I’ve been trying to figure out how to deal with it since. I mean, really, can I sell an emu in a light-hearted mystery as a plot device?
Today I saw this, in the Jefferson County Sheriff’s report:
“An emu rambling along State Route 19 prompted a call to the sheriff’s office, May 18. The emu was last seen traveling toward other emus in the neighborhood.”
Starting today, I’m going to quit worrying that my over-active imagination may come up with an “absolutely, totally and in all other ways inconceivable” character or plot. Quote Vizzini, The Princess Bride.
Inconceivable. I guess I’m like Vizzini. That word doesn’t mean what I thought it meant.
Cheers,
Jenn
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Everyone spells that wrong. It should be incontheivable!
I would totally buy an emu in a neighborhood.
And never go against a sicilian when there is death on the line!
As you wish…..
I wish I had an imagination like that! I can’t do fiction. At all.