Sunday, July 04, 2010

Undercover Mission: Published

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Today I am very happy. Mi novel "Undercover Missión" was published in English -since its original language is Spanish- by Cassiopeia Publishing.

I am grateful with all people who made this dream came true: Cassiopeia Publishing on behalf of Andrea and Bea.

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Monday, June 28, 2010

Advice to Beginning Writers: When it comes to writing, you are what you read

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Some years ago, I found this interesting article and now I want to share it with you.

Advice to Beginning Writers: When it comes to writing, you are what you read

By Aidan Chambers


First published in The [Melbourne, Australia] Age , 27 August 1993.

Here is the best advice I can give anyone about writing: Read a lot. When you think about it, all writing is reading. What writing is for, after all, is reading. I write so that I can read what I've written. Who doesn't? And I write because I want to communicate to others - to readers. So being a writer means being a reader first and last.

I've met many writers. Every one of them reads for the sake of it as well as for 'work'. And mostly they read a great deal. As a writer you are what you read. What goes into you as a reader influences what comes out of you as a writer: the kind of thing you write, how you handle the language, the way you tell stories, compose poetry, make plays or shape your essays. You can't help it. People are made like that. And all artists, all craftspeople, learn how to become better by studying each other's work, especially those they admire and think are the very best. Writing is both art and craft. Which means, of course, that it matters not just how much you read, but what you read.

What else does reading do? I've just glanced through the notebook I kept while writing my novel The Toll Bridge. The reading recorded there seems to me to fall into four main kinds.

• Reading that makes me want to write. Some writers, some books make me want to put words on paper. They stimulate me, give me an appetite, encourage me to go on during the dull and difficult times. They set me standards to judge myself against.

• Reading that tells me what I need to know in order to write my own books. I suppose most people would call this 'research'. For episodes in The Toll Bridge I needed to know about such subjects as the phase in women's lives called the menopause, the effects and treatment of concussion, and a particular psychological condition called the Fugue state. So I read medical books. I needed to know about the history and architecture of the bridge where the story is set. So I read a local history book about the bridge. The sexy games played at teenage parties, the ornithology and mythology of the raven, the history of the ancient god Janus, and a raft more of information all came from books. In order to write anything you need raw material to work with. Reading books (and now the internet) are the biggest source of supply.

• Reading that teaches me how to write or to write better. All the time I'm reading, a part of my mind is watching out for passages that will help me with my own writing. I'll start reading a chapter in a novel and find myself thinking, 'That's a good way to begin', and I'll store it away for later adaptation to my own use. I might even copy the passage into the notebook that always accompanies the novel I'm busy writing so that I won't forget it. Sometimes when I'm stuck, not sure how to handle a scene, I'll roam through my bookshelves, sampling favourite authors, books I admire, hunting for a scene that will give me a clue or provide a pattern, a model that will get me going. Not that I 'copy' slavishly. But there is a truth not usually admitted in public: all writing is theft. You take from other writers what helps you, and recycle it into something of your own.

• Reading that takes my mind off my own writing. 'When I was writing,' Ernest Hemingway reported, 'it was necessary for me to read after I'd written … in order not to think about or worry about my work until I could do it again.' I know what he means. There are books that make me want to write, and there are books that take my mind off my work and refresh me. The ones that refresh me and give me new energy are different with each book I write. While I was writing The Toll Bridge, Graham Greene's The Human Factor recharged my batteries, as did books by Paul Auster, Marguerite Duras, Margaret Mahy, Jan Mark, Kazuo Ishiguro, Cees Nooteboom, Jeanette Winterson, and a whole lot more.

All this makes it sound as if reading, for me, is just a matter of helping me in my work. But that's not how it is. I'm a reader first, a writer second. Reading makes me. Writing remakes me. I'd be lost if I didn't read, wouldn't know myself. By reading what I've written I find out what I've become.

Two tips;

First, keep a record of what you've read. Nothing elaborate, simply a notebook in which you list the date you finished the book, its title and author. Reading is like a journey. It's important to know where you've been, otherwise it's easy to forget.

Second, learn to read slowly, and learn to hear what you are reading as if it were being read aloud. All reading, all writing, is about the use of language. Attend to the way the language is used as much as anything else - the sound of its music, its rhythms and tunes, its pace, its pauses, its syncopation and its harmonies, its discords and its polyphonies, what it doesn't say as well as what it does say. To do that you have to read slowly enough to hear its music in your head. (If you find it hard to hear in your head, read it out loud.)

Do this and you'll achieve the end of all reading and all writing, which is this: that you enjoy it enough to revel in it, and you live your life more fully.

Taken from: Aidan Chambers' official web site

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Undercover Mission

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(First of "Love and Lies")

Sonia is a young policewoman who had been given an undercover mission: she has to find the group who are exploiting women and to dismantle a dangerous international prostitution group. To do that she enters a modeling agency from where she knows some shadowy business is taking place and, as an undercover agent, tries to find the clues. The only problem is that Gabriel, one of the two owners in the modeling agency, MAGA, does not seem to be altogether involved in that business... or is it perhaps the attraction she feels towards him that doesn’t allow her to see clearly what is going on? Gabriel seemed to come to life when he met Sonia, the agency’s new model. Unlike his frivolous and deceitful lover, Sonia, she is intelligent, sweet, and totally honest and transparent but... is she really? Is he really as honest as he seems? Is she?

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Passage chapter 8

It was almost daybreak, even though the night had been very exhausting she couldn’t sleep thinking about Gabriel and about her mission. She went near the window and looked at the city, underneath her, still and silent.
What could she do?
She didn’t want to give up the mission, but if she couldn’t find something pretty soon, her boss would move her on to another case and what she wanted most was to finish this particular one and to be upgraded. But she didn’t want to lie to Gabriel. She didn’t want him to think that she’d gone to bed with him only to get information from him; she was sincere about her feelings for him… But what did she feel for him? She was sure she loved him. There was no doubt about that. She was in love with Gabriel. She had never been in love before nor had she experienced with anybody else what she had experienced with him, never before had she felt that way… But she was not being really honest with him. And that was the only cloud that was shadowing her happiness.
Her boss had said that it wasn’t a good idea to mix pleasure and work, and now she understood why. He also said one should never seek advice from anybody; a mission was to be kept secret.
Once again she came closer to him, he was still sleep.
What if she told him the truth?
She could tell him what was going on and he would understand. It didn’t matter what her boss had said, Gabriel was the love of her life and she would be honest with him.
Smiling she raised her gaze and she saw the desk in her lover’s bedroom which she hadn’t noticed before. A thought came in to her mind… what if Gabriel was really… But no, he couldn’t be. Not him.
Gabriel was a good man and honest man but what if…? She must look into the contents of his desk. She couldn’t possibly talk to him without knowing what he was holding there.
She went back to look at his lover’s face and she saw that he was sound asleep, she went towards the desk. She started opening drawers and searching through the papers on his desk without a sound, after all she had plenty of experience in her work. She breathed a sigh of relief; everything was copies of the documents she had already seen at his desk in the agency. She checked the documents, one by one but she didn’t see anything compromising.
“What are you doing, my love?” asked, Gabriel, sleepily, from the bed. She was startled.
“No… nothing… only… I was only looking for an aspirin… I have a bit of a headache,” said she, taking back the last documents she had been checking. “But there doesn’t seem to be any here.”
“Of course not, my princess, I keep them in the cabinet I have in the bathroom.”
“Oops!, of course… how silly of me.”
Gabriel got up from the bed and went to embrace and kiss her.
After he took her in his arms and carried her back to bed. He brought her an aspirin with a glass of water which she hastily swallowed.
Quickly he got into bed next to her and embraced her.
“Besides the headache, how do you feel?”
“Happy,” she said, kissing him. “And what about you, how do you feel?”
“In heaven… you are wonderful, my love.”
“Gabriel… I have something important to tell you.” said she, after a while, she knew she just had to tell him.
He smiled at her.
“I also have something to tell you, my love. I love you.”
Sonia couldn’t believe what she had just heard. Gabriel was in love with her!
“Gabriel… are you sure?”
“I am completely sure, my love. Until last night I must admit I felt for you a very strong attraction but after spending such a lovely night together I’m sure about my love for you, I never loved a woman like I love you. Sonia, you are exceptional, you’re beautiful, tender, intelligent. I love you, Sonia. I really do.”
Sonia felt a mixture of happiness and sadness in her heart, she was happy because he loved her, but she was sad because he didn’t know the truth. The best thing would be to confess to him the truth once and for all.
“Gabriel… I… have something to tell you… I … I… I…”
“What are you trying to say, my love?”
“I… I… love you too.” said Sonia, looking him in the eyes, before getting a kiss full of passion from him.
“I knew it, my love; I knew you felt the same for me. We love each other and it’s wonderful.”
But Sonia didn’t feel at peace with herself. She should confess the truth now.
“Gabriel,” she said, breaking the kiss. “I have something more to tell you.”
“My love, there’s nothing more important than ourselves now.” he said, stopping what she was about to say.
“But it’s… important.”
“Don’t worry, my love, you’ll tell me later., We’ll have plenty time to talk.”
Sonia promised to herself that she would tell him later who she really was. And because they were so much in love he would understand and be able to help her.
They went back to kissing and in less that two minutes, passion had taken over them.
“So what about your headache?” he asked.
“It’s gone.”
“I’m very glad.”
And they went back to making love, to demonstrate the love they felt for each other.

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Friday, June 11, 2010

The Rain

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RAIN

The heaven cries for me
and mourns and moans
for the woes of my soul.
Its tears rove my skin
and then I die again.


(October - 2000)

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Roses on Friday evenings

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(Second of "Love and Lies)

After five years, Mariana García has forgotten the past and has healed the wounds of her soul and her heart.

Then, Leonardo del Valle decides to come back to her life to torment her and to claim what he rejected once. He has come back resolved to make her remind what they share in the past, even with the most minor details as the roses that he used to give her on Friday evenings.
Even though Mariana has dismissed him from her heart, she cannot avoid remember what they lived together and feel the same feelings each time they meet. Does she still love him? It cannot be possible. He made her suffer a lot, but now he is resolved to recover her. Why? What does he feel? Why cannot she avoid think of him all the time?

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