Does it make me a bad person to feel happy that I'm not alone with my panic? Like you, I haven't started my story either, and for similar reasons. I keep waffling back and forth between two story ideas and not committing to either one in case I decide I prefer the other. *smacks self with vigor*

Also? Six weeks is a really long time,

Dude, it sooooo is. I could fall in love, get married and divorce in that time. Or win the lottery, spend all the loot and be broke again but with LOTS OF STUFF. But no. I get my semi-racist, story-repeating, early-stage dementia aunt instead. Where's the justice? The good news is that she's not actually staying with us because, joy of joys, our house has been a total disaster area since we started renovating a couple of years ago and stalled part way through. I've never been so glad to be a hopeless procrastinator IN MY LIFE!!!