Nineteen days. That’s a long time to tell yourself it’s not really been nineteen days since you visited your own space. It’s been one of those…down periods. The ones that follow a period of manic, creative behavior followed by yet another down period, followed by another something that drives me bat-shit crazy.
Eighteen days away is me trying to escape. Me trying to tell myself that I have to concentrate on contest season. Me torturing myself with script shit and ignoring the one place I can do and write whatever I want without being judged. (okay….well, I can be judged but I have the relative protection of a “spam it” button).
But I can’t escape. Not from scripts, not from blogs not from scraps of paper, not from my own head full of things that make no sense…yet.
It has a hold on me, this writing thing. I’m a captive. God, I love it!
“Stockholm syndrome is an apparently paradoxical psychological phenomenon in which hostages express empathy and have positive feelings towards their captors, sometimes to the point of defending them. These feelings are generally considered irrational in light of the danger or risk endured by the victims, who essentially mistake a lack of abuse from their captors for an act of kindness.”