Ren Martinez

Yours-Mine-And

The beau and I are getting a house! He and I have been talking about moving in together for some time, and while we’ve been sorting out our finances, we’ve started looking around for properties to rent. We were hoping to move in March when I found the most perfect house in the history ofContinueContinue reading “Yours-Mine-And”

Post-It Note

“Oh that? That’s my bucket list.” “It’s just a Post-It Note with my name on it.” I can’t help but smile; “I know.”

memos to me

I’m trying to organize my life. It’s going rather poorly. I’m trying to write every day. I’m failing rather spectacularly. How is it that I can sit and plan and write reminders and yet hours/days/weeks will pass and I have yet to strike through one thing on my to-do list? Writing feels as naturally asContinueContinue reading “memos to me”

Resolve

A new year hovers just before us. I have never been very interested in New Year’s resolutions. As it is, resolutions are usually diet fads that usually fade away before Valentine’s Day (as well they should because fatphobia is gross). But, for me, I like the resolution that’s less like a promise and more likeContinueContinue reading “Resolve”

Hold On, I’m Coming Out Right Now

I’ve been very open about being asexual for some time, usually discussing it here on various posts, defining demisexual to the masses and my experiences being ace while single or dating. But, when it comes to being biromantic, it’s been more difficult to attempt that conversation. I didn’t realize it myself for a long time,ContinueContinue reading “Hold On, I’m Coming Out Right Now”

A Eulogy for Amy Farrah Fowler

Last night’s episode, “The Earworm Reverberation,” made me want to head-desk on every surface available to head-desk. It was so cringeworthy that my father asked me what was wrong with my face.

(Warning: spoilers and judgment ahead.)

The Sounds of Settling

I have had this job for a week and a half now. Things are going pretty well, actually. I no longer have the threat of piling up debts cluttering up my head. I no longer have to decided between groceries and gas. I no longer have to swallow the gravel of guilt when I noticeContinueContinue reading “The Sounds of Settling”

Whodunit

I’ve only been able to complete NaNoWriMo once. Most of the time, I start off strong. Banging out a thousand or so words a day. But, then I have an assignment due, or work gets difficult, or I simply forget. Suddenly, it’s the middle of November and I only have 4000 words and the thoughtContinueContinue reading “Whodunit”

Just Cream, No Sugar

I’m slowly sinking back into the groove. I finally got a full-time job. Before-me would be thrilled at the hours (2-1030pm) because mornings by myself are the best time to be creative. I get to sit in my kitchen, sipping coffee and listening to my cat purr next to me, and words pour out likeContinueContinue reading “Just Cream, No Sugar”

Rolling the Dice

I find myself in between spaces. I left my full-time job in the beginning of September. It was a matter of survival, both professionally and personally. It was like working in a burning building, and it was only a matter of time before I caught fire with it. The constant stress and frustration was takingContinueContinue reading “Rolling the Dice”