Yesterday while I was flailing around in the pool water looking like a demented whale - I had a realization about my work-not-in-progress.
The main character can't do the black windows rituals. She needs to hate / fear black windows because of the rituals that her parents made her sit through. So much that she designs and is obsessed with window treatments.
If all her issues are already resolved it will be a very boring book.
Now whether or not that realization will translate into me actually writing...