What is this sleep you speak of?

As suggested in my previous post, I did sleep and much to my own relief, I did wake up the next morning. I was just uber-tired that night and wasn't sure if the desire to snooze was going to defeat my desire to see the morning sun.

I've been a furiously dedicated little writer, now up to 26,000 words. Only 80,000 more to go.(Roughly) The revisions on the previous novel are slowly progressing, but the current novel's been moving so well I've ended up keeping my focus on it, rather than those god-awful revisions. I really shouldn't fear the revising process. It's really quite essential.
Maybe fear isn't the right word. Revising just seems tedious. I also understand that it's necessary. I've noted, too, that I'll revise as I go. Or make great, painstaking efforts to get it down on paper the way I want it the first time and not just spit shit out, figuring I'll fix what's broken later. This could be what slows me down some days. I have to let go of that and just do it. Just spill it. None of it's permanent. And it is often hoped that in the process of just spilling it, I stand a better chance of having a true gem pop out. Besides, it's exceptionally constipating to measure every sentence, trying to make sure it's perfect before it ever hits the page.
As I've just said this, I confess that the first 9 chapters of Aztec require a healthy make-over so that they're showing and not telling.

Having said this--
I must get back to work. I've gotten almost 3 of my daily 10 pages done so far, but with a little luck, a handful of inspiration, and a bundle of focus, I hope to exceed the daily 10 pages today. We'll see.