Writing – Page 4 – Ren Martinez

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.”

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”

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.)

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”

Salem

Why does creativity only spark when it’s the middle of the night and I’m alone? I set up sections during my day, small spots of quiet where I can curl up in front of my computer and let these words pour forth. But, I sit here and am distracted as a cat, my attention flicking backContinueContinue reading “Salem”

There’s this terrible thing that happens when you get a job. You get tired. After 8 hours of mindless grinding, getting home and having the will to write seems nigh impossible. Any inch of creativity has been snipped short; all motivation dried up and cracked like a salted desert. So, it becomes another evening ofContinueContinue reading

Atrophy

It’s been a month. More than a month, actually. What’s terrifying is that, when I forget to write, it’s like a flower wilting. It’s not just forgotten; it becomes desiccated from disuse. It curls up and shrivels and it becomes that much harder to begin again. Like a paralyzed limb succumbing to muscular atrophy. IContinueContinue reading “Atrophy”

To Cut (Synonym: To Carve)

There’s something to be said about a routine. I’ve been going through some significant life changes as of recent (see previous post for details) and that’s seriously knocked me off my writing schedule. I used to have an hour blocked out every day to try and get these words out. Now, between work and livingContinueContinue reading “To Cut (Synonym: To Carve)”

Jumping Back In

It’s been some time since I’ve written anything (my sincerest apologies). My life has been a whirlwind of change the past month or so, and it’s been making it difficult to carve out a time to sleep, much less write. I am no longer in Denver. I have officially said my farewells to the MileContinueContinue reading “Jumping Back In”