This rising writer tidbit was written because every writer struggles with finding a topic to write about, especially when there's nothing interesting going on that is noteworthy. This excerpt is not titled, but if you have any ideas, let me know.
She sat staring out the window blankly. She had big dreams, but she didn't know how to get them started. Looking down at her paper, her brow furrowed.
"C'mon, Lydia, think of something!" she told herself sternly. "You can't be a writer if you can't even get a word on the page!" Her heart sank as she realized how true those words were.
Lydia Caliway had always wanted to be a writer. She had been writing stories since the first grade. The ideas used to flow out of her like a rushing river, her gears turning faster after every word. Now, it was over. It seemed like all of her ideas were gone.
She had been staring at this piece of wide ruled notebook paper for the past week. She had some ideas, but who wants to read a book about a horseback rider that rides a pegasus?
"Lydie,dinner!" called her mother from the kitchen. "Ugh," Lydia groaned. She reluctantly got up and went to the dining room. Dinner started long and boring, as always. Her mom and dad talked about science (her mom was a scientist, and her dad was a doctor), her older brother, Arthur was on his phone texting his girlfriend, Maria, and her little brother, Brandon was annoying her, as usual.
"Did you hear about the new movie, Robots on Parade? Did ya hear about it? Huh? Huh?" Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yes! I heard about the movie! Now shut up!" Lydia yelled.
"Lydia, no yelling at the table," warned her father. "Oh, yes that reminds me. Kids, pack your bags! Tomorrow, we are leaving for Sanibel Island!" exclaimed Mrs. Caliway. Oh, dear. This trip will be the longest trip I have ever taken, thought Lydia.
"This weekend? I was gonna take Maria to that new movie! You know how much she loves science fiction! Now I gotta cancel it," whined Arthur before returning to his phone. "Why can't you just go next weekend?" Lydia asked. "Because," replied Mr. Caliway, "We will be flying in from Sanibel Island next weekend."
After a dinner full of surprises,Lydia went back to her room wanting only one surprise:a good idea.
There was a knock at the door. "Come in, Lydia said dryly. Her mother walked in and sat on the bed with her.
"Something's up," observed Mrs. Caliway. Scientists tend to be good at that. "Yeah," agreed Lydia. "So, what is it?" her mother asked. "I want to write a story, but I have no idea what I want to write about," sighed Lydia. "Well, I don't know much about writing, but there's a process scientists use all the time. First, we gather information. In your case, you could take a journal with you on our trip, and write what happens each day. The next step is to present it. For your case, you could take that journal and use your experiences to write a story. Then you could edit it and maybe even get it published. And if all else fails, you'll have a journal to remember our trip."
Lydia thought for a minute. "Sure, why not?" This trip could be worth writing about. she thought. We'll have lots of fun, I'm sure of it. This trip can't be that bad. Could it?
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