. . . when I cover my living room floor in paper.
That’s the entirety of Part One, laid out in itty-bitty type and no margins, so I can stare at it and see the whole shape at once.
It’s a bit depressing, seeing it shrunk that small. Though I take some satisfaction in knowing I had to stand on the couch to get a good picture of it all.
I also have index cards. And the beginnings of a soundtrack. I don’t outline, but I do sometimes convert the book to spatial or musical representation, the better to think about how it all fits together.