First draft frustrations

It's been suggested that we write first drafts with our hearts and subsequent drafts with our heads. It's also been said that first drafts are crap. Likely, both are true.

When I start a new book, I try to keep that in mind. I usually know the beginning and end, but the impetus to write the book is nothing more than a series of images. A long way from crafting a novel.

It feels like moving to a different city and starting a new job all at the same time. I stagger from scene to scene, hardly knowing my way around, and spend most of my time with strangers. It's so uncomfortable, I end up focusing on editing to give my fingers something to do. But if I stick with it, I'm rewarded with new friends and a deeper insight into their lives. What's a bunch of badly written chapters compared to that. I can polish later. But nothing can replace living in the story.

Better to finish the first draft. As for the rest, that's what rewrites are for.