I haven't written a blog in 15 days. Nor have I done any creative writing of any sort. I've tried to start a few things, but I consistently fail to get very far into anything. The only things I've written in the past two weeks are e-mails (long ones, yes, but I'm always writing long e-mails so it doesn't really mean much).
At about two weeks without writing, my eyes turn red, and I start foaming at the mouth and chewing on my leg. I've been told that it's not a pretty sight. The problem is, the longer I suffer from one of my debilitating spurts of writer's block, the harder it is to get out of it. I tried very hard this last weekend to work on a story idea that sprung upon me, and I also put quite a lot of thought into an editorial-style piece for this blog about Dennis Kucinich, my personal favorite of the Democratic presidential candidates. Both of those things failed, however, and the leg I've been chewing on is almost stripped to the bone.
You see, I need writing. It's not just a hobby, or something I enjoy doing. It's also something that's necessary to my health and well-being. My mind is constantly cluttered with so many thoughts that if I don't get at least some of them on paper, I go insane...that is, more insane than I am usually. Writing is my therapy. So it really sucks when my creative juices stop flowing.