Somewhere Else
(NaNoWriMo Novel Synopsis)

Drew’s eyes narrow as he scans the airport arrivals area at JFK, looking for his fifteen year old daughter. He hasn’t seen Emily for three months. Was he crazy, he wonders, to have Emily visit him this summer? Even when he lived with his daughter, 99% of parenting was handled by his wife.

Almost ex-wife, he tells himself again, swallowing down a lump of grief.

Emily’s going to Manhattan for the summer! And Austin is on her flight! Sure, she didn’t notice how cute Austin was in Geometry class, but he’s definitely cute now, especially since he’s going to show her around the city.

Emily had spent the past year exploring San Francisco while her mom was preoccupied with her new job, and Emily is ready to take on the Big Apple.

Drew glares at the gangly teenage boy walking next to Emily, who’s nearly Drew’s height. Drew would have to be in a body cast before he’d let this boy show his daughter around New York City! That boy’s mom won’t stop hitting on Drew, either. A night with her would be great, but he still loves his wife. Ex-wife.

Drew calls his mother for help, who arrives with a yellow vinyl suitcase full of bibles and non-stop criticism. Her arrival creates more problems on top of Drew’s pay cut and an ankle sprained during soccer.

He’s attending a wildly-inappropriate musical with his mother and daugher, when Emily points out a crew member in the playbill has their last name.

It’s Drew’s brother, whom he hasn’t seen in 30 years, because their mother evicted him for declaring he was gay.

Emily doesn’t want to sneak out, but there’s a great big city at her doorstep, and a boy willing to show her. She doesn’t want to be trapped with her slow-walking, complaining jailor-grandma, making her pray for sins she hasn’t committed yet. A first kiss isn’t a sin.

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