I’ve moved on from bribing myself with donuts. Last night I bought a pint of Ben & Jerry’s Half-Baked and didn’t let myself get into it until I wrote 500 words.
I am going to be the fattest novelist.
I’m currently working based on the cosmological model of the universe in mind: From chaos springs order. And the evolutionary model: From primordial ooze comes Bach. Hopefully, from the disorganized scraps of donut writing, with its characters from different time periods and social spheres and cities and states, and a shared theme of freedom and egality, will come a shining donut novel.
(I’m bribing myself since I fell out of groove over the summer. The sun, it parched my bones. Maybe I’ll be able to quit the donuts soon.)