I've nearly finished the second run-through of my NaNo novel. I make many many revisions for each poem I write, so I'm a little suspicious that such a big work is going so well. I'm slowing down, as of tonight, and letting Mary Oliver's words from Rules for the Dance echo in my ears:
Revision is absolutely necessary. If something is easily too good to alter, thank the gods, but don't expect it to happen again. Expect, rather, that you will need to improve upon the given, to continue the imperfect formation that your initial work has produced. Which is, after all, what making the poem is all about -- to take the passion and, without cooling it, to put it into a form. For such work all the usual assets will help: energy, honesty, patience. But nothing is so helpful as an interest in language that amounts almost to a mania. Indeed it is essential. For emotion does not elicit feeling. Style elicits feeling.