On not being organised

I was going to be really organised with this new series. I was going to do all my world building in advance, and have folders full of information (colour coded for my convenience) that I could find whenever I needed it.

*ahem*

I’ve got the folders. Well, a folder. And the colour coding. But after several months of work, its main function seems to be as a nice place for Harry to sit.

No, the real work is happening elsewhere.

It seems I don’t really like colour coding. What works best for me is still the notebook.

The information in it isn’t at all ordered or sensible or easy to find. I just write down whatever I’m thinking at the time. And stick in pictures that have nothing whatsoever to do with the story (like the mammoth on the right hand page) but which are still intriguing. Which means that when I want to check something I have to rummage through pages and pages of strange thoughts and irrelevancies, and get lost, and stumble over things I’d forgotten, and swear a lot, and promise myself that I will start using the folder really soon.

But I never do. It seems this is about as organised as I’m willing to get.

Still not sure what I’m going to do with that folder.