Campbell - Janice

"I did it," Clara said breathlessly. "I wrote a story about a girl who lives in a giant tree and talks to the birds." "And how does it feel?" Janice asked.

"Yes," Janice said, her eyes twinkling. "You just need to give people a little bit of sugar, and they will keep coming back for more. You don't need fancy, fifty-cent words to tell a beautiful story. You just need to look at the world around you and write down the small, sweet things that matter." janice campbell

As she wrote, the pencil began to move faster. The blank white paper didn't look scary anymore. It looked like an open door. "I did it," Clara said breathlessly