Architecture of the Mind

I was writing the other day on my novel and I came to a particular scene where....

Wait...wait...wait. You were writing?

Yes, cursor boy, I was writing.

Glory Hallelujah, amen, and Boom Shaka Laka! Our boy has seen the light!

Are you finished?

Yes. 

Thank you. Now, as I was saying, I was writing the other day when I came to a particular scene where I was trying to to describe the portion of the castle through which my characters were passing.

Castle? Nerd.

Shush, you. Anyway, I faltered here as I hadn't quite figured out what the castle was supposed to look like. Actually, truth be told, I had no idea what it looked like other than the vague notion that I needed a castle of some sorts.

Insert random building here.

Well, yes. I have the concept of it in my head, but no details. Mott and bailey? No, too primitive. A single tower on a lone hillock on the moors? No, too depressing. I want it to be of stone with labyrinthine passages leading to a central area. Spiral staircases and hidden passages all throughout the interior, but that is about as far as I have gotten. I have no idea of the floor plan.

Gormenghast, Gormenghast, Gormenghast....

No, not quite so ramshackle as that.

Hail, Knight of the Woeful Countenance!

No, far to much singing.

Well then, Shakespeare, what now?

I suppose I will have to sit down this weekend with a pad of graph paper and plot the thing out. You know, proper research and planning. To give my setting form as move my characters about in the world.

Graph paper??? Geek.

Quiet, you.