I've been struggling a great deal with The Wish Maker's Companion since at least April, and now it's the beginning of June. Part of the problem the magic--it works against the plot, not for it, and I am on the track of releasing my former strictures on only having but a few magical elements in the story. That limit is too much of a stranglehold and won't let the world breathe.
I have to keep the pain of the real world out. My heart hurts all the time these days. Without joy, there is no Wish Maker, no magic, no children with powers to protect themselves. I cannot let the real world break them. When too much realism creeps into this story, is starts to break me.