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"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."

"I heard a heavy sigh all the way from the kitchen," Janice smiled, setting the tray down on the desk. "Writer's block?" janice campbell

Clara nodded gloomily. "I want to write something wonderful, Aunt Janice. Something like the books you have downstairs. But I'm just a kid. I don't know how to make words dance." "Yes," Janice said, her eyes twinkling

As she wrote, the pencil began to move faster. The blank white paper didn't look scary anymore. It looked like an open door. You just need to look at the world

Clara closed her eyes. She ignored the rain and thought about last summer. She thought about the giant old avocado tree in her grandparents' backyard. She remembered climbing up into its thick, green branches where the leaves were so dense they created a secret, shaded cave. She remembered sitting up there for hours, hidden from the rest of the world, eating a peach while the juice ran down her chin. "I'm thinking of the avocado tree," Clara whispered.

"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.

Janice watched quietly, sipping her milk. She knew that the secret to writing wasn't found in a handbook of strict rules, but in the joy of discovery.