Dear diary, guess I’ll have to start a fire to get something to put in you. Nothing exciting happening more, I guess.
I remember this feeling, too. You’re sixteen and you want stories to tell!
I also sense some disappointment here. I think maybe grandma was feeling low since the excitement of the essay contest had died down. She may have wanted it to lead somewhere more, like to a journalism job.
It can be tough when something awesome happens and then a few weeks later it’s life as usual, especially if that life involves a lot of farm chores.