STORY IDEAS: with complimentary rant

These story ideas are killing me...lol...I don't have enough time to work on all of them! Thankfully I have a whole lifetime to do that, if at all...lol.

I woke up this morning, and this whole story just popped into my head. Usually that means that the story will progress, and will be "good" at last in my minds eye, lol. I think I have about six "good" story ideas written down. This of course doesn't include Trevet, because whether or not it succeeds, it is the elite.
And some people might see that as a waste of time, to practically pour your soul into a book and have it go nowhere...and perhaps I will want to die if it doesn't get anywhere. But as of now, I don't feel as though it will be terrible if that happens, only because I can move on to other ideas.

But it's almost like having a child. You conceive the thought, nourish it, and raise it...have fears for it's life as it grows, if it will be accepted. Deal with "labor pains" so to speak...and the fear of it being stillborn. IF it is accepted, by who? How will it progress if it's excepted at all...is being accepted enough? Will it succeed? Do I want to watch helplessly as it is torn to shreds by cynical critics? Or will it just fade away with the myriad of unknown stories in vast, if at all vast bookstores around the country...if it even makes it that far. Do I want to give such a story to a world that will not recognize it?
BUT...if it helps or gives pleasure to one person, will it not be worth all the hard work? For, surely it will help more then one....so if less the one hundred found joy in my words, with that thought, isn't that enough to make it all worth it?
In the end, we will give birth to stories and children regardless of what the world will think...because the people we worry about, we wouldn't want to be associated with anyway...and those who we find to our liking will back us should something happen.

We do worry too much, and I am the biggest culprit.... So, those who have my back...if I ever say that I will never write again, or have thoughts of doubt in moving forward...kindly slap me across the back of the head (metaphorically)and tell me to quit worrying, because this is what I was made to do...and of course, I'll always be there to do the same for you.