I had a great holiday in Alabama, then a super fun party at my apartment to bring in the New Year. But I've been quite sluggish at work and in the studio, as my novel consumes a great deal of my creative energy. I just follow my intuition and do as it tells me. I should begin taking him to dinner. The one visual art contemplation I'm having these days is about the four big 'Becoming' paintings. They're giving me an unsettled feeling, which could either mean, move on, or do something else with them.