So, those two possibilities of representation turned into two more rejections. Sigh. I know that’s the reality of things. I’m not surprised or shocked and I’m certainly not angry. It’s a simple brush of resignation, a gray-stained sense of acknowledgement, before it’s pushed away. It’s something I’ve felt many times at this point, but everyContinueContinue reading “Another Hope Metaphor”
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The Beautiful Masochism
Writing is painful. It’s like dragging yourself across hot coals or yanking at thorned vines interlaced in your skin. It’s flaying your soul open and poking at mottled bruises to remember what the ache feels like. It’s staring at a computer screen or blank sheet of notebook paper and seeing the story unfold in yourContinueContinue reading “The Beautiful Masochism”
Stumbling to Catch Up
So, as most of everyone knows, NaNoWriMo started six days ago. Like a dingus, just today is when I finally got around to writing. Luckily, my world-building is pretty much completed. Without further ado, a summary: A futuristic, crime-ridden city. Taeje is the center of the Heon nation, a landscape choked with pollution and smoke butContinueContinue reading “Stumbling to Catch Up”
Enjoying Small Successes
I’m sorry it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted. I’ve recently been accepted into a professional theatre company, and between creating the show and my work it’s been quite the roller coaster. Even this will be brief, but I promise I will commit to more regular postings soon.On that note, I was published!OneContinueContinue reading “Enjoying Small Successes”
A Modest Celebration
So. It finally happened. The infinitesimally tiny spark of hope. I got my first reply of interest in my novel. ::confetti:: Naturally, I’m trying not to get too worked up in a dizzying whirl of giddiness. The agent merely stated that she was intrigued and requested the entire manuscript. It’s nowhere close to being signedContinueContinue reading “A Modest Celebration”
Cantabile: A Love Story
He began his new life standing up, surrounded by cold darkness and stale dusty air. But, that is not where this story begins. It begins with bird and a star. A bird whose songs caused willows to weep. Its voice rang through dusk and the dawn and all who heard were made beautiful. A starContinueContinue reading “Cantabile: A Love Story”
Practice Makes For Perfect Procrastination
I’m still cranking through the sequel and it’s getting to be almost torturous. The moments where words seem to flow naturally are interspersed with coffee breaks and Tumblr posts and GoT marathons. I’m so easily distracted that when I finally sit down to write, my fingers seem rigged with lead. It’s like chicken pecking andContinueContinue reading “Practice Makes For Perfect Procrastination”
Metaphors, Metaphors Everywhere (And Not a Drop to Drink)
I sent out nearly twenty queries mid-March. I’ve gotten four rejections so far.Having a rejection is nicely concrete, actually.I recognize that I’m not always the best at self-marketing. I have moments of ramped-up energy, where my fingers spill like lava across the keyboard and smears of magma come away from the computer screen. Everything isContinueContinue reading “Metaphors, Metaphors Everywhere (And Not a Drop to Drink)”
Joan of Arc
a civil war of short skirts and combat bootsstomp through this body like a battlefieldthe mirror reflects the slip of curves and gendered expectationsthere are days when the proud line of cleavageis a well-honed blade of fierce femininityher curves are a study in aerodynamics; a dragon is born to flythe rouge of her lips andContinueContinue reading “Joan of Arc”
The More Things Change
This has been a long transitional period for me, filled with various upheavals while I’m trying to keep steady on my feet. A new city, a new job, a new direction. Questioning my writing, my religion, my relationships, my identity. It feels like the ocean is rolling beneath me and I’m trying desperately to stayContinueContinue reading “The More Things Change”
Ren Martinez 