Unwritten

There are stories that I want to write but I am stymied by what I want to say.  I tried an idea on my youngest son the other day.  The reaction was not one I anticipated and so now I am at more of a loss.  I don't want to place blame on the dead who can no longer defend themselves nor do I want to paint everything as the rosy picture it wasn't.  I guess I have to wait a bit and "stew" in my literary juices until I can figure out the right approach.  Whatever I decide to write and however it gets written, well--that can wait a bit.  It has waited all this time.