This year I'll be revising THE SILVER BONES, my novel about a young woman who accidentally digs up faery bones at an archeological site. I will send out progress reports along with the first draft of a new poem eachweek to all sponsors. I hope to meet or exceed my previous fundraising goal of $750.

Links to my recently published poems can be found here, and below is a snippet from THE SILVER BONES.

In the calmer waters a tiny and postcard-perfect island glows even in the gloom. Rocks and driftwood front weathered evergreens, and tucked behind them, backed by more trees, lurks a large, white-grey rock that would be a perfect lounging and lookout spot. I want to dive off the boat and swim over, explore. There's something reaching out to me there, mysteries there, I know it. What a place for archeology! Now, simply seeing this small islet I understand my mother's passion for digging, for learning what's hidden beneath the surface of a place. I don't want to ruin its perfection, but I just know there's something there for me to find. Yearning slams into my chest like a punch to the heart.

A landscape, an island, and I want to be there so badly it hurts? In a geography that's not my own? Am I my mother's daughter after all? It's a strange, complicated sensation for a place I've never seen before.