....Amelia, that is. Last night the girls were playing in the sewing room, and I was sewing some monkey mittens for them. Millie wanted a sewing lesson, but I was anxious to finish the mittens. So I whispered in her ear, "I'll let you write in my sewing notebook instead, okay?" She lit up, because I don't let them color in it. Writing in a forbidden journal may have awakened the writer in her. She was 'writing,' and whispering to herself (unbeknownst I was listening), "This is Millie Williams. I am stuck. I am stuck in the winter woods........My mama is here, she is sewing."
The start of a promising story, don't you think :)?