Writing is a blessing and a curse. You don’t choose writing; it chooses you.
Ideas, characters, scenes, cram your head urging you to put them into words. They have a life of their own, but it’s a secluded life they don’t enjoy. They want exposure, recognition, and dissemination. You are the instrument on which they play.
My fiction stems from the dark side of life. In Twelfth Night, Viola says, “I am all the daughters of my father's house, and all the brothers too.” This can be paraphrased as “I’m all the men and women in my family.” Indeed, a part of me kindles every one of my fictional characters.
But although I have lived and continue to live a thousand lives in one lifetime, I am also an observer, a quiet, unobtrusive shadow hovering above lives not mine. My novels dwell on issues that many people would rather pretend don’t exist.
Thus I’ve followed the meanders of suicide in Just Toss the Ashes, the conflictive world of the 1960s, focusing on the young people that chose neither the hippie culture nor the guerrilla in Los gloriosos sesenta y después, and life in a nursing home in El tramo final.
Although the novel is my gender of preference, I also write non-fiction.
My Bibliotreatment series intends to provide self-help to those that need to cope with stress –is there anybody who doesn’t? –, feel their personal relationships need mending, or wonder why they cannot make money. An extra bonus offers enlightenment on ten extraordinary books that everyone should read to understand themselves and the world a little better.
There is more. You’re welcome to browse the Published Books section to find it.