Of Deadlines and the Undead

I woke up this morning, discovered it was April, and promptly flattened my face into the pillow.

Seriously, Time, can’t a girl catch a break?

I’ve been rambling forward for weeks now, a zombie only surviving through caffeine and Archer reruns as I balance school and work and editing this 200 page manuscript that really does not want to be edited. The only brains being devoured here are my own, gnawed on by the rotting teeth of stagnation and procrastination.

I know I have to get these things finished. I know I’m reaching the end of the race. I just can’t seem to pick up my feet any faster (necrotic tissue and all).

Anyways, if my flesh starts to look a little green, I’m sure it’s nothing that a little Cover Girl can’t fix.


Published by Ren Martinez

Ren is a thirty-something Lost Boy whose personal aesthetic is “suspected of witchcraft by local villagers.” She subscribes to cheerful nihilism, the destruction of the patriarchy, and the belief that glitter makes everything better. She is a Richmond-based writer and performer who has fiction and non-fiction work found in a variety of publications, such as The Mary Sue, RVA Magazine, The Quotable, and Nostrovia Press. She is currently the fiction editor and a regular contributor at Quail Bell Magazine. She is also the co-host of the podcast, This F***ing Guy! Find out more at renmartinez.com or read her dumbass tweets on Twitter @itsrenmartinez

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