I'm nothing if not determined!
Edited another 3% of the novel tonight. It doesn't sound like much but I'm getting there. I realised tonight that I'm putting too much pressure on myself to make the 2nd draft perfect whereas, realistically, I've probably got another two or three rounds of edits to go (if not more) before I'm sick of this novel and decide "I can't polish this any more" and send out the first three chapters and the synopsis.
Telling myself that seems to have helped. I just need to get the novel into a state where I can read it all the way through without totally distracting myself with bad grammar or clunky phrasing and then I'll be able to see it more clearly in terms of story and how well it works and flows.
One thing I am focussing on at the moment is making sure there's a good hook at the end of each chapter (or as many chapters as possible) to ensure that, hopefully, the reader can't put the book down and has to read "just a bit more". I've lost count of the number of books I've started reading at 8pm at night and I'm still reading at 2am (with matchsticks propping open my eyes) and I'm thinking "I can survive on five hours sleep, maybe four, I just need to read a bit more..."
That's what I'm aiming for anyway... some end of chapter hooks are better than others.
Anyway, editing is going okay at the moment. It seems to go in phases. The first 3,000 words I really struggled with (because I'd read them so many times) and then it got a bit easier as I seemed to get into the flow of the story, then it got really bad again (I kept repeating myself and padding out the text) and I had to cut out massive chunks and I wondered what the hell possessed me to write such a pile of crap. Now I'm editing another section that flows okay and I'm happy again.
Editing - it's like the writer version of manic-depression. Up, down, up, down. Enjoy the ups while they last I say because there's always another down round the corner!