As I write this, I'm at 22K, around 4K shy of where I should be. I've gotten a bit tired of the story, mostly because I haven't been spending ANY time on the exciting parts of it. I've been pissing around with characters, setting, backstory and junk like that. It seems to be a habit - I can't just throw the sense of pacing to the wind and go from action point to action point.
And then this happened! And then that happened! And then this happened!
I always reach for a contemplative inner voice, the one that has the protagonist thinking about what he's seeing.
Well, time to get rid of that. I've got a heck of a lot of theft, seduction, murder, sex, blackmail, incest and more murder to cram into this book.
All the angsty, reflective connective tissue is going to have to come later.