Life is good. Art in the works, cartoons on TV, and the latest book by Diane Duane is out. (I love her books. If you haven't read any of her "Wizardry" series, or "Book of Night with Moon," they're wonderfully charming. They're also in Young Adult, for some reason, which I find odd, since Redwall is over in straight fantasy, and they're way more serious and less formulaic than Redwall, and I confess that I still feel a twinge embarassed when I thread my way into the brightly colored children's section of Barnes & Noble, past spawn a third my age, to yank something off the shelf. Still, I suppose such mild mortifications are good for the soul. But I digress.)
I am not in the habit of making New Year's resolutions--other than "This year, I will make art," which is a perennial one, and which I never seem to have much trouble fulfilling. Maybe "This year, I will make good art," but I don't need a resolution to strive for that (and anyway, if I fail, I'll be depressed enough without the added resolution baggage.) So. This year, I will make art!
And I will also try to drink less Coke. But that's as far as I go.