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.