It is a bit of a cliche, but there’s really no better description for the first day of this month-long madness. We start with a single word. From that word comes another, then another and another, until the moment when it’s a scene, then a chapter, then a finished story. But all books, whether it be To Kill a Mockingbird, The Age of Innocence, or Money, Honey (which I’m currently reading), began when the writer put down one word.
My first sentence is typed. I’m heading to bed for some sleep, but it has begun.