Sunday night, I edited two more chapters of Slanted Jack.  No news there.  I didn't sleep well, however, and I awoke Monday morning with the conviction that I had not done something right during the editing.  We're talking about the fifth pass over the complete ms., so at this stage I'm fine-tuning and messing up in a big way is extremely unlikely.
The feeling, however, wouldn't go away.
Finally, late last night, well after I wrote my blog entry, I stopped fighting my subconscious and redid the previous day's work--and a little more for good measure.
My subconscious was right.  I hadn't done anything seriously wrong, but I had failed to get certain very subtle bits of language pacing the way I wanted them.  I'm not sure anyone else would even notice, but I know the book is now better for this extra effort, and that's enough.
Note to self:  Trust your subconscious in such matters.
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