Out of five novels, I have cut one--1, uno, one--opening chapter--and I think that might have been a mistake; it probably ought to be added back in. Every other book (including the one [#4] finally being published) starts with the precise words I wrote on the day I began the novel. Agents and editors love my openings (and have
sometimes expressed disappointment in where it went from there. Sad but true.)
But I sit around trembling and gnawing on my knuckles for ages before I write that first chapter. I seldom start until I am certain I am in the right place--or more precisely, until I can't resist writing it down. Bestselling novelist John Lescroart claimed to spend about 9 months of the year chewing over the idea of the book, and then maybe 3 months writing the damn thing. I'm not that extreme, but I understand.
It's just how I happen to work. Philip Roth, on the other hand, claims to write hundreds of pages before he finds a sentence or paragraph that is the opening of a novel. I think Phil does a pretty good job.
I think we're all doing the same thing, but in different ways. Some of us thrash and agonize on paper, some of us thrash and agonize in our heads, some of us lay down a lot of preliminaries to find out true opening, and some of us squirm internally until we know we've got it right. (It's probably healthier, ulcerwise, to put it down on paper and then throw away what doesn't belong. Since I was born in California, it would probably also be healthier for me if I had more melanin in my skin cells. Tough. DNA is DNA.)
The unspeakably cool thing about writing is that it doesn't matter how you get there. Only the end product matters. There is no such thing as slow warm-up or premature ejaculation. All that happens offstage.
Some people write draft after draft. The late, lamented Kurt Vonnegut wrote each page over and over before moving on, but didn't redraft the book as a whole.
Whatever works, works. Don't sweat it. It's about the
book, not the
manuscript.