Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything isn’t the first novel I’ve written. Nor the second. I suppose you could say it was my third full and finished novel, but that doesn’t feel like anywhere near the whole of it. It feels like it erases all those words I’d written before and between—the two novellas, the hundreds, maybe thousands of poems, the short stories and flash pieces, journal and diary entries, letters and notes, fanfiction, prayers. Millions of words, I’d reckon.