I've been working on turning what I thought was a picture book story into a middle grade novel. It's a story that's been in my head for about 20 years, originally developed as a tell-aloud story with a group of kids I worked with. When I tried writing it as a picture book, it was always too long. Cutting it down lost most of the heart of it. So now, I'm going the other direction. Developing the characters more fully. Adding more characters, more conflicts.
The problem is that lately, I've been a bit stuck on the writing of it. But I keep having these little flashes of insight. (She cheated! There was a curse!) And I'm making notes. Because these flashes are adding up to a better story. And this week I started writing it that way.
In a way, I guess I didn't stop writing it after all. It's just all on these orange and yellow sticky notes instead of in a nice, flowing computer files. So now my job is to take the sticky notes, like patches in a quilt, and seam them all together.