Oooh, my head, it hurts. I came home early from work today because I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Now I'm lying on my couch, feeling like I should accomplish something with my new found, obligation-free hour.
I feel like the beginning of a book is a lot like the ending. Not just because you should tie back to the beginning themes to create a feeling of continuity, blah blah blah, but because the second you sit down and start typing/writing, one of your book's many lives is over. It will never be the perfect, beautiful, untouchable book of your imagination. Once it's out in the world, it's there for good.
Books go through many incarnations, from a messy, all-over-the-place first draft to a finely polished final copy. But they all have to start with an idea. At some point, all the books in the entire world were just ideas. I don't think you could find one book out there that reads the same as what the author originally imagined.
I know I should start my WIP, but I want to spend a few more days dreaming about it, picturing it in its untainted form. I don't want the beginning to be over quite yet.