There are certain needs a writer must meet for herself in order to write. One of my needs is something I don't like to address: a clean desk. I ignore this need as long as I can.
My brain short-circuits at the sight of all my strewn papers, scattered notebooks, unopened mail, and tottering piles of books, their pages bumpy with the improvised bookmarks of pens, combs and paperclips.
I'm the only person who can do something about it.
Whenever I take the time to stop and do the tedious work of cleaning my desk, I sigh and say to myself, "Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" I can think more clearly; I can write.
What do you need as a writer? Are you taking care of this need or ignoring it?