Writer's Block

There are times when I am afraid of the writing process. Afraid of the blank page staring back at me, and the unsatisfying words that I know I'll inevitably scrawl across its surface. I have too many stories built up in my head from years of pushing them back again. When I try to focus on one such plot, another emerges with a greater sense of urgency, until their paths are crossed, and I'm all muddled up. I want to focus. To make my brain stand still for a moment, and really walk through a world I have created. I feel so old, like my time and opportunity are slipping away. I've never had the desire to write a book. Only strings of lovely lines that linger on the tongue and make a print in your brain. Who am I to think that I could amount to anything? When have the goals of a daydreamer ever come true?