With the arrival of Marsha Qualey on the blogging scene here at the Inkpot I will take my leave. I’ve enjoyed these occasional conversations and hope to pop back in once in a while to comment. But this is the first week of the Chinese New Year, and it feels like a new year in this part of the fairly-near east. So I am going to do some ritual cleaning, pitching, and tossing–not go so far as Henry Thoreau’s suggestion that we annually burn all our belongings, maybe not even tossing, just shuffling things along to some new, more appreciative owner. I have an urge to clean my closets and my slate, to see what is left to live and work with.
And then to start to work.
What I will not throw out is Mem Fox’s advice that there are three ways to become a better writer:
I hope we all write the best words and stories of our lifetimes (so far) in this new year.