:/

it's been awhile. What's worse is that I've been writing, but I haven't finished anything. When I return to the articles a day later. I didn't finish it. It doesn't feel right. I'm a new katie finishing an older katies thoughts. Writing is like a teeter totter. The right amount of sleep, the right amount of coffee. The right emotion. Absolutely nothing to distract me. I can only write wearing sweatpants. If someone calls me it's basically over. I have had to have been on instagram for over 20 minutes and deemed it uninteresting. If Joe comes home he comes over about every fifteen minutes, and tells me he loves me, or something he is doing at work(I pretend to understand what he is saying).

Writing is such a luxury. You have to have enough stability in your life to be able to sit down and feel comfortable to express yourself. You have to have a brain that enjoys working. You have to have an ego that likes itself put out there. 

Everyone has ideas, but how can I keep producing them? I feel like the farthest thing from a factory line.