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I'm not a writer

I've been researching how to write a proper book review. Since I'm writing book reviews for a website, I thought maybe I should research how to write a real review instead of going on about how I liked the book (or didn't).   There's not a lot out there. I looked at the NY Times website because I use it to choose books and to see what's out there (although I read a balance of English & American books, I prefer American - only because it's just easier to relate to).  Looking at those reviews, I know one thing - I am not a writer (nor have I ever claimed to be). I wish there was another place to look instead of the highbrowed NY Times.  Like maybe People or OK Magazine.  Problem is, they don't do reviews.  I've looked at Amazon but they aren't professional.  I was looking for professionally written without the intellectual jargon. I cringe at my reviews and I don't like them being published with my name attached to them.  They are hardly reviews.  They are snippets I've written when I have a second either before or after Ethan gets put to bed.
I've always wanted to write.  I was good at it once, but I can't commit to it.  I can't because it's something I've always wished I could do and can't possibly set myself up for failure. The only time I'm any good at it is when I write about what matters to me.  I could write a book on my story with my husband or the loves that led me here because it's real and meaningful.  Sit me down to write a book review and what you'll get is - I loved this book (without and real reason why).
I made the Top 25 list on the circle of Moms website Thank you all who voted).  They sent me an interview to fill out for their feature.  Again, I cringed.  They asked me to list my 3 favorite blog posts - Yikes! I don't read my blog! It's like going back and reading your diary! I can't read it.  It's too personal.  I don't like to look at it. Faced with having to fill in my little interview, I had no choice.  What I found was - a lot of entries that were lost when I imported this blog from my last hosting provider that I didn't know about because I don;t read my blog (which really bothered me) and nothing I'd consider to be favorite entries. I did my best picking them and ended up with one about my son and two that were self deprecating humor (which I'm pretty good at). Like I said - I'm not a writer.  I just write down thoughts when they come to me.
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