A new year. January 11 to be exact. Almost half a month gone and I'm not highly motivated to start the year. So I sit, surround by a pile of books to be read, I've cleaned lots of draws, and tossed out lots of stuff. By now I usually have a notebook full of ideas and plans made. As a matter of fact, I usually start planning right after Christmas is over. I have the notebook, it is right beside me, but not a note is in it yet.