Circle Jerk

The 2nd writing exercise is supposed to be a paragraph about a circle.  I don't think I can do it.  Here's what I came up with:  A circle is round & neverending & symbolizes eternity.  Donuts look like circles.  How did I jump from eternity to donuts?  Maybe because eternity makes me think of heaven & in heaven, you should be able to eat donuts all the time w/o getting sick & w/o gaining weight.  I only let myself eat donuts while I was pregnant & for a few months after Erick was born.  Then I had to make myself stop before the consumption of donuts consumed my life.  I can talk about donuts wistfully & look at them longingly as I pass them by in the grocery or drive by the illuminated Krispy Kreme sign, but I can't allow myself the pleasure of eating them.  This way, I can have something to look forward to if I get pregnant again!

That was terrible.  I have to remember that these are mere exercises though & they are successful in forcing me to actually write even though the end product is crap.  I spent 2 hours @ Barnes & Noble this past Sunday & read a few pages from the Joyce Carol Oates journals.  She wrote so beautifully, it was introspective & insightful, & all it made me think is that my writing is so plain & straightforward & I'll never be a good writer like Joyce Carol Oates & she got a cool apartment in Greenwich Village as part of a professorship & I'll never get to do that either & whine whine whiny whine.