I’m reading Michael Swanwick’s Not So Much, Said the Cat, and I liked this description, in his introduction, of his writing process:
On the side of the bookshelf by my writing desk are twenty or so Post-it notes with the names of stories and novels I am actively working on. In a Rolodex nearby are the titles of a great many more I hope to get around to soon. New ideas constantly swim up from the murky seas of the unconscious, demanding to be told. I scribble them down in notebooks and the best of them are added to the queue. The only limits to the number of stories I might eventually write are time and mortality.