Writing first drafts is like digging into a heaping pint of Ben & Jerry's rich butterfat ice cream - so good in the moment, but often causing a mess afterwards.
And that's where the dreaded revision (aka exercise) comes in. Time to trim the fat. Not to complain, at all, about being agented but as they say in the south -- It's time for the shit to hit the fan. It means, this lover of drafting, hater of revision, has to spend the next few months revising and I am not allowed to write any new stories until I have the two manuscripts my agent is waiting to shop, in tip-top shape.
I guess in the meantime, I better eat a whole lot of ice cream. Oh wait, I mean, hit the treadmill!