As I've said before, I'm terrible at writing fantasy. (Well, everything I write is technically my fantasy, but it doesn't fall into the genre of fantasy) But I had a dream last night that I almost think I could make something out of. It was about a young man, whose parents were famous garden designers/architects who is somewhat ignored by them and very into botany, gardening and nature who discovers that his long-time female friend is actually a garden fairy. I think it may be the result of reading the Dresden Files books and receiving my Martha Stewart Gardening Special Issue. Or maybe from discussing Laurell K. Hamilton and her pornographic fairy books with the guy at the Comic store.