(June 24). Another 800 words, mostly just adding some quotes. The stealth attack is complete. I turned a half-hearted beginning of a chapter I had not looked at in several years into 18 pages that is about half-way to being a finished chapter. All on four successive days before nine in the morning.
I really don't know how I do it. How could a simple metaphor like "stealth" give me permission to get so much work done so easily? It sounds incredibly stupid, but somehow it worked.