The last post on this blog was two months ago. Time for a catchup.
November was NaNoWriMo, that month of the year when an ever growing number of people around the world try to write a novel in a month. Those who despise it haven’t got it, I think. The result is only a first draft. It’s not for anyone else to read and definitely not for publication. I didn’t manage to “win” this year, but I had a great time creating thirty-something thousand words that will form a basis for a new novel… when I can find time to work on it.
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Then we went away, to Vietnam and Cambodia, two countries I never expected to visit, given what I heard about them all through my childhood and beyond. The trip was wonderful.
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What’s happening now? Well, I’ve been featured on a few blogs:
Many thanks to Social Anx, Jess B. Moore, Val Penny and Lizzie Chantree for those.
I’m editing another novel. (Someone else’s novel.)
I’m still working on a novel of mine that I thought I’d finished.
And I’m making plans for 2019. One of those is for a new feature on this blog, called SIM Talks. Watch this space for more about that.
I hope you’re all enjoying life as much as I am and wish you all the best for
2019
Remember my New Year rhyme? Here it is again:
Three Years a Year
I pity the people with only one year,
Who end it all merry, never shedding a tear.
They have to say so many things in one go,
To one year goodbye, to another hello.
They try to reflect on the year that has passed,
While also looking forward to the one that is fast
Approaching… nearly… almost… it’s here!
Resolutions transferred from yesteryear.
In Israel, you see, we celebrate three
And each, in its character, is solitary.
Different, special and unique,
They make us happy, thankful and… meek?
Rosh Hashana is one of those.
With all its rules, it keeps us on our toes,
Requesting forgiveness for our sins.
That’s “our” for humanity; not just kins.
Then we join with the world and celebrate, too,
Although some disagree and think it’s taboo.
Sylvester, it’s called, I used to know why.
It matters not when I’m feeling high.
What, you may ask, is number three?
It’s the one that marks the year of the tree.
Goes under the name of Tu B’Shvat.
We plant more trees, sing songs. That’s that?
Well no, we give presents of nuts and fruit,
And we eat same with much relish to boot.
So whatever New Year is appropriate for you,
I hope it is happy and fulfilling, too!
Miriam Drori, Author 
2 replies on “Two Months – Where did they Go?”
NaNoWriMo was fun. I didn’t win either. But I did get a start on a story that I look forward to fleshing out even more.
A friend of mine that likes to travel mentioned she enjoyed her time in Cambodia. She spoke of it as a highly recommended spot because it does fly under the touristy radar and has beautiful historical sites.
Happy New Year to you and thank you for sharing that poem. I rather enjoyed it.
Yes, Cambodia was great – lots of temples, a boat ride, galleries and a guide whose English was much easier to understand than that of the two Vietnamese guides. But we only stayed in one place – Siem Reap – so, lots more to see there.
Glad you liked the poem. Happy New Year!