My daughter told me to go to sleep (a frequent demand), and then, instead of waking me up with a kiss or (more often) a smack on the butt, she proceeded to tell me a bedtime story.
She said, “Once upon a time there was a bear. She ate dinner. The End.”
And there, my friends, is my daughter’s first original story.
A future novelist takes her first tentative steps into the world of fiction.