Somedays, ideas come naturally like a flood bursting through the gates. Thoughts would pop into my head in the middle of a shower, and I’d wet my phone trying to type them all down with slippery fingers. And, of course, with the highs come the lows. There’d be days when I stare at my computer screen in frustration. I feel like I should post consistently to build my credit as a writer, but, at the end of the day, it’s not a make-or-break for me.