Writing the Wrong Words
I am not a writer who must get every word right in the first go round. Who writes achingly slowly for that reason. Because the way my mind works has to do with the layers and interconnections, the consequences and back splatter. What this means is that in certain books (The Law of Becoming being a classic example), I spend a lot of time writing wrong scenes--that is, a scene in which I know certain general points that have to be flagged or set in motion but I don't comprehend quite what where how and why--just to get through those scenes, knowing I'll come back later and fix them when all is made clear.
In other books, like The Sword of Heaven (duology) and Traitors' Gate, the story is such that before writing it I pretty much know what has to happen, so it's a matter of layering in necessary scenes in the right order to get the cadence to work at the end. In such books I actually have very little leeway, and for that reason they tend to write fast.
The book I am writing at this moment is definitely not one of the latter kind. It is one of the former kind. This means I slog. Repetitively. And go back and rework, and write forward through murk.
That's all right, though. Because what that means is that the revision process will be Just That Much Sweeter, when I get there and finally know how to make everything fit.
This ramble brought to you by the unusually cold weather plaguing my state. Don't pity me, though. I won't tell you what temperatures pass for brutal cold here.
Do tell me about whether you have to have a scene right the first time you write it, or whether you can write the wrong things and go back later.