The very hungry writer

With apologies to Eric Carle.


In the light of the moon, a little writer sat at her computer.

One Sunday morning, the warm sun came up and pop! The little writer had a fabulous idea for revising her chapter book.

Naturally, she decided to look for some food.

On Monday, she rewrote two chapters and ate some celery. But she was still hungry.

On Tuesday, she rewrote another chapter, and ate a turkey sandwich. But she was still hungry.

On Wednesday, she wrote 500 words, and ate a slice of pizza. But she was still hungry.

On Thursday, she wrote a few emails and a boring blog entry, and ate a bowl of pea soup and a roll. But she was still hungry.

On Friday, she wrote no words. She ate a hunk of Argentinian skirt steak with a side of homemade potato chips anyway. But she was still hungry.

On Saturday, she wrote a to do list and a check for the overdue water bill. She ate one slice of swiss cheese, one pumpkin pie, three of her kids' juice boxes, fourteen Bunny grahams, one coffee shake, one Snickers bar, and 14 glazed donuts. And a water buffalo with chocolate sauce.

That night, she had a stomachache. Also, she decided her chapter book stunk.

The next day was Sunday again. The little writer ate through one bunch organic red kale. It was disgusting and didn't make her feel any better. But she also wrote a new scene, which did.

Now she wasn't hungry any more, and she wasn't a little writer anymore either. She was a big, fat, inspired writer.

She made a small closet called an "office" in her basement. She holed herself up inside of it for three days.

Then she ate her way out through the drywall, and...

... she had a beautiful first draft.