About a year ago there was a man in the paper who made this statement, "A book can come out of an image, a fragment of over-heard conversation, a musical phrase, some presiding anger...whatever it is, it is so evocative that you want to know why you are so moved. You begin writing." -- E.L. Doctorow
I taped it to my fridge, and I look at it each and every day. I can only hope that I follow the vein of the story and tell it in a way that moves others, and helps everyone see the white bees.
20,000 words done. 40,000 to go.