This is daunting... not only a blank page but it's that resolute month where all seems possible; it's just a little difficult to begin.
I have big plans for January. Sitting in the boot of my car is a gaudy backpack, splattered with logo's and motivational one-liners. It's been there since November, my prize for braving a rainy Saturday morning where I completed a direct debit form and nodded enthusiastically while a sweaty youth in lycra promised that a cross trainer would change my life.
I'm sure it would too, if I would just get on it.
So this is the month that I dig out my old Chuck Taylor's and that nasty T-shirt that has hair dye around the collar. The ghastly backpack will remain simmering in the car; I have an orange string bag that adds sartorial aplomb to my 'jogging Nana' outfit.