What’s the opposite of “writer’s block?”

Dozens of scenes buzzing in my head, scattered all over the manuscript, and instead of being paralyzed by a blank page, I’m paralyzed by not knowing where to start first.  It’s like being in a room where everyone is trying to talk to you at once.

I guess I put my hands over my ears,*  pick a scene, and run with it.  Shove the other scenes away for the moment, no matter how loud they clamor.

* Metaphorically, of course.  It’s hard to type with your feet.

(Cross-posted to Litopia)