I've found that writing tends to calm me. Sometimes, poems seems to write themselves; like others, there is a novel inside fighting to get out.
At one time, I was nine chapters into what was getting to be a darned good murder mystery and of course, while it was saved on my computer, I wasn't smart enough to save it to a DVD. A major thunderstorm completely fried my motherboard AND my hard drive and my novel went the way of the dinosaurs.
At any rate, I'm working on re-creating some prose and poetry and am posting them to my blog (a work in progress).
If anyone would like to view it and comment, you are welcome...