The Monster in My Kitchen: How Many Boxes of Cereal Does It Take to Write a Book?


Please tell me I’m not alone in this.  I fall out of bed and shuffle to my kitchen–my two-ton body prepared to engage in the automatic construction of something that resembles breakfast–but something stops me dead on the tiles.  The remains of an all night Kellogg’s mixer litter my counter top.  Captain Crunch leans heavily on Toucan Sam, his crunchy yellow guts ready to spill at the slightest movement.  Rice Krispies mix shamelessly with Fruity Pebbles, and Tony the Tiger, resting awkwardly on his side, raises an accusing finger to my face.

I breathe and count the boxes then convert that number into miles.  It’s going to be a long run.

My fellow cereal junkies–answer me this: What keeps you up at night?  What are you doing in-between bites?

Michelle Joyce Bond