As you may recall, it's called Imagine, Arizona, about a community that's self-exiled from the post-1980 world. Three chapters are done plus the outlines for most of the remainder. I was writing some dialogue last night for a chapter in which Julia, the main character, visits her mom's grave in the local cemetery. Jo was sitting next to me while I was typing away, and all of a sudden she saw tears running down my cheek and said, "What's wrong?" I sniffled and said, "This is going to be a good chapter."