Conversion loses something, always. The dream is frictionless in your head; the first real hour of it involves file names, an awkward message, and the discovery that you don't quite know how to begin.
That drop isn't failure. It's what happens when an idea meets a Tuesday.
Give it twenty minutes before you judge anything. Momentum doesn't arrive with the decision — it arrives a little way in, which means the only reliable trick is starting before you feel like it.