Nothing Left But Writing

I am pleased to report that this weekend, I finally finished reading the first 190 pages (which, coincidentally, is all that exists) of my WIP (where P=Procrastination). Now that I've got my previous WIP shipped off to my agent, and my soon-to-be current WIP re-ingrained in my head, there's nothing left for me to do but... write. Ack!

...and revise. My initial plan was to write the entire first draft before showing any of it to my CPs, but all that happened was, I hit 60k or so and never opened the file again. So I'm now thinking, perhaps I ought to clean up what I have and let 'em have a lil look-see, just to get my critdrenaline flowing again.

P.S.
Am I the last person to know about Google's Panoramio? I spent more time surfing this site yesterday than I used to spend playing Spider Solitaire. Dangerous, dangerous!!