I replied (quite truthfully, I might add,) "I really have no idea yet. I hope I get one before I start."
"Here is an idea," said the student. "You can write about a donut named Bob."
The music started. I was NOT going to waste my precious writing time writing about a donut named Bob. I just wasn't.
But then....I did.
Bob the Donut
Bob was a donut. An ordinary donut. He did not possess super powers like the ability to fly or to shoot firebolts from his eyes. He could not lift two elephants at a time or anything like that. Nor could he become invisible...unless someone ate him. Then he couldn't be visible at all. That's because he would no longer exist.
But Bob still wanted to exist.
So, what does a donut with no super powers do if he doesn't want to be eaten,( especially one as tasty looking as chocolate glazed, rainbow-sprinkled Bob?)
And that is just what Bob the Donut planned to do.
Okay, it's official. My brain has been invaded by fifth grade boys.
This post really doesn't have much point except to say that when you can't seem to jumps start your own writing, there is usually a fifth grade boy somewhere with a strange little idea.
Is it crazy that I am picturing Bob using part of an old buttermilk twist to create a lasso? Or that I can hear the theme song from Rawhide in my brain as I picture Bob rolling off in the sunset? "Rolling, rolling, rolling...keep those donuts rolling....."