Found the entire piece I wrote for NaNoWriMo in 2014. What a rebel I was.
It starts with a single word. This is what they tell me, this is what’s supposed to calm me. A single word? That’s it? Well, that’s not so bad. One word. The problem is that everything starts with a single word. Every. Thing. Even silence. Silence begins with the single word that is not spoken. So your attempts to shrink down the complexity of this issue are invalid. They hold no water. Try again.
And so they do.
"You’re making it more difficult than it has to be."
Ah. Well, then I’ll just stop, I suppose.