I started writing my first book during my parents divorce. It was in a blue notebook, where I had erased the word, "Divorce" diagonally across it. I don't remember where I left off, but it was supposed to be a book to help kids cope with what is happening to their families. I still have it somewhere. The next book I tried to write was a few years later; it was from the point of view of a divorced woman with a child. The child might have killed a few of her babysitters. (I was reading a lot of Stephen King at that point.) I got about 12 pages typed and didn't know where to go with it. It is lost forever, and that's probably OK. I tried to write another book about working in retail, but honestly it would make a better screenplay and I stopped. This past year, I tried again to write about my Mother-in-law and her cancer – an inside look at it from an outsider. I again ran into problems and stopped.
The stories are inside of me, they want to get out, but I always run into this wall where I have feelings and thoughts and since my story would be based on true events, (possibly colored by my own interpretation) I concerned about what the people in the book would say if they read what I thought about them.
Which is why I started this blog. And it has served me well. And it will continue to serve me, but it's going to evolve. I don't yet know where it will go, just like one of my books, the ending is unfinished, but at least I am moving towards something.