Thirty-two chapters into a story about a woman who runs away to Fairy rather than face the challenges life and children moving back home have given her. Her daughter has invaded Fairy to find her husband, missing and presumed naked, as the last glance she had of Roger was of him being kidnapped by little giggling garden fairies.

A look into the communication between Mother and Daughter, their fertile imaginations and a weird assortment of improbable secondary characters. This story is the one sitting on my front burner and actively being worked on.

Update:
I’m 59,000 words into the story and now drawing all the thematic lines to a closure point. I’m in the home stretch.