Campbell: Janice

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

An hour later, the rain had finally stopped, and a weak beam of afternoon sunlight broke through the attic window. Clara put her pencil down and looked up at her aunt, her eyes glowing. She had filled two whole pages.

Clara took a big bite of her cookie and smiled. "It feels like magic." AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more janice campbell

"Good," Janice said softly. "Now open your eyes and tell me about it on the paper. Don't worry about spelling. Don't worry about being perfect. Just let the lion out of its cage and see where it runs."

"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. As she wrote, the pencil began to move faster

Clara picked up her pencil. She didn't try to use big, complicated words. Instead, she wrote about the rough bark of the tree against her sneakers. She wrote about the cool, green light filtering through the leaves and the sweet, sticky taste of the summer peach.

The name is most prominently tied to a real-life author and educator known for the Excellence in Literature curriculum, where she inspires students to read great classics and write beautifully. An hour later, the rain had finally stopped,

Clara wanted to write a story, but her mind felt as blank as the page before her.