First I need to get it straight in my head. I listen to a track that fits and just let the thoughts unravel. I slowly iron out all the little kinks I’ve been coming up against - an epiphany here, a rearrange there - until I’ve managed to lay my ideas out like one smooth, dark tapestry. If you don’t have time to lounge on your couch letting your muse run free (It’s rare that I do) do it when you’re in the shower, washing the pots, working out, commuting. You may not realise it, but this time of pondering is really important.
The act of trying to outline has helped me get things in order, but I have failed thus far in every attempt to write it all down. The second I start putting it into bullet points it seems to lose its soul and I then lose interest entirely. Perhaps this is something I need to work on, or maybe I’m destined to hold the entirety of the plot in my head; maybe I’ve found my technique. Forever ironing out the kinks, forever thinking and rearranging.
I keep a little moleskin notebook and a pen stuck down the side of my boot for those little details that are new, or exceptionally pertinent which I’m worried about forgetting, and every now and then I’ll leaf through it to refresh my memory.