I have so many great ideas for books. I think about them all day, getting more and more excited about how great the story will be. But when evening comes, and I finally have time to start typing out that great story, I don't. I tell myself I'm just to tired to really concentrate. Tomorrow will be better because I won't have (fill in whatever thing I did today that I don't have to do tomorrow). But I think the truth is I'm afraid. Afraid to even get started. Because while the idea is really great in my head, what if it's not so great on paper? What would I do then? If my dream of being a writer always stays in my head, then I can never fail, right? Ridiculous, I know. But getting over that hump of the first few sentences is so hard. Am I the only one?