Right now I am tweaking the phrasing and ignoring the elephant: the climax of the book is a mess. The tension doesn't build, it just ping pongs. Problem, solution, another problem, another solution.
I know how to fix it, too, but I don’t want to. I am tired of torturing this imaginary woman. So I’ll spend some more time on the fun stuff like word choice, until there’s nothing left to do but give her an unsolvable puzzle.
I guess it’s like throwing a party: if the guests are having fun that’s because the hostess isn’t, she’s getting drinks and storing coats. I’ll need to suffer so the readers can have fun.