I'm having an awful time getting started on writing daily. I always tell myself that I'm going to do it, but put it off till the next day and so on. My conscience appears behind me, peering at the blank page, waiting to criticize the first sentence thats written. Anyone feel like this as well? After reading some of the great authors of our past (Steinbeck, Twain, Hemingway), I feel like a chump compared to their works. I'm sick of making excuses, but my self criticism needs to get a sock shoved down its throat.