Actually, I can see a different understanding.
When I plunge into a scene, no matter how much planning I have done, I don’t really know how I am going to get through the scene. For me, it’s like holding my breath, trying to get to the other side. No matter how much I have trained myself and prepared myself, once I go under water, it is just me and the scene. No one can help me. And I must do it my self, no matter how long it takes. And only when I get to the other side can I taste the sweet air again.
Then I have to get ready to do it again, and again. Eighty-three times in my WIP. Ha.
Silent
I really like this analogy. It is a lot like that, isn’t it? In a larger sense, a whole novel is like that, too.
I believe you need to also add…while swimming up stream with bricks tied to your feet!
The Sarcastic Muse 
Actually, I can see a different understanding.
When I plunge into a scene, no matter how much planning I have done, I don’t really know how I am going to get through the scene. For me, it’s like holding my breath, trying to get to the other side. No matter how much I have trained myself and prepared myself, once I go under water, it is just me and the scene. No one can help me. And I must do it my self, no matter how long it takes. And only when I get to the other side can I taste the sweet air again.
Then I have to get ready to do it again, and again. Eighty-three times in my WIP. Ha.
Silent
I really like this analogy. It is a lot like that, isn’t it? In a larger sense, a whole novel is like that, too.
I believe you need to also add…while swimming up stream with bricks tied to your feet!