Indie Mexican Authors

Last night I interrupted my book to read another in my native language. Nobody knows, especially in my own country, that independent authors exist in Mexico, too. Hence, as an indie author myself, I thought it would be a good idea to stop reading what I’m reading and get a few books from fellow indie Mexican authors. I believe that there are many books worth reading, and I think there are hidden treasures to be found. 

I am not sure if my posts are going to help any of the authors for two reasons:

NUMBER ONE: My blog is in English, and it would be weird to have a few posts in a different language.

NUMBER TWO: I am going to be honest, like always. I believe honest reviews are more helpful to them AND the readers, but if the critic is “strong,” or maybe just pointing at little details would demotivate them, which is the last thing I want to happen, but sugar-coating it will be like treating them like idiots.

Once I finish reading the book, I will work on a review in English and post it here. Perhaps more Spanish speakers are reading me and may pick their attention? I hope so.

Additional note: this is a scheduled post, so I’ve probably finished the book already and prepared the review!

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I woke up with good espresso to start the day with full energy. I’ve been thinking about some memories. The year 2017 was the best for me, I had the opportunity and will to travel, and I also went to two amazing concerts. Social Distortion in El Paso, Texas, United States; and Amaral in Guadalajara, Jalisco, Mexico. Best memories. Unfortunately, the photos I took at the Social Distortion concert.

Sometimes it’s good to leave the past behind, I know, but I also believe that good memories should remain in our brain. I’m not a fan of taking photos at a concert; I mean, why would I raise the phone the whole show? The point of the concert is to sit (or stand) and watch your favorite bands and singers, listen to their music, and enjoy their playing! Seriously, I can’t wait to see Social Distortion and Amaral again. I can’t wait to revisit Guadalajara or Mexico City. F’ing Pandemic.

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A Morning Blog

If you love coffee, you already know it’s such an experience to drink it every morning. Before work, before school, or before a well-deserved break on the weekend. Whether you like your coffee from Starbucks or grab the cheapest from the grocery store (like I do), it’s not the wrong thing to say that coffee has been our closest ally every morning to start a day. A fuel that wakes us up and keeps us with energy the rest of the day. Or perhaps it’s just an illusion? Who knows! Does it matter? Not really.

A Morning Coffee is a new section of my blog. Here I’ll focus on having a short thought. Everything shorter than 300 words will have the morning coffee category, which I believe it’s good. Nothing’s better than saying directly without adding any more BS than the BS in the title!

Ready to start the day!

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A Positive Attitude

In the end, I’m going to discard what I said in Summarized Rant: Positivism, so I apologize in advance.

Here we go:

Having a positive attitude is seriously weird. There are so many people in your daily life and the internet telling you to be positive, to have a winner behavior, and act like such. Think positive no matter what’s happening in your home. 

Honestly, I am not sure why anyone would do that if everything is crumbling down. Some people assume that having a certain mentality would affect thirds, objects, or situations that are completely out of your control. Even weirder that most of these people have a lot in common: most of them have a privileged life. Not all of them, of course, but there are many that were born without any problem and assume it’s just a matter of mentality.

Personally, I believe they cause more harm. Sometimes I even think they do not care about the words they preach. 

“Just be positive” is just a subtle “Fuck you, I don’t care about your problems” or “Yeah, someone else has bigger problems.” 

I don’t know what would be the best advice to come up with. I don’t feel like the best person to give someone else a bit of advice. I am just an ordinary person writing a blog, sharing thoughts on the issue without a single clue or a solution to a problem.

Unfortunately, I have seen a lot of people minimizing problems, even mental issues as dangerous as depression. Even today, it’s common to see someone ignoring mental health because “this person is probably sad.” Twitter is full of Social Justice Warriors, or people fighting illnesses with hashtags. We know hashtags will fix the world, right? RIGHT???

What is the advice you would give to somebody with inner pain? Being direct could be counterproductive as well. Even the best advice, like seeking professional help, could make the other feel weak. Some people believe that asking someone else for help is a weakness; this is not the truth. Society in general needs to pay more attention to mental health, but how? If the person does not talk about it because he, or she, is too afraid to be ignored or minimized, how could we lend a hand? A lot of teenagers and adults are good liars; they have the warmest of smiles.

Again, I don’t even know what to do or how to act against the issue. I don’t know the answer, but I wish that people today pay more attention to the issue in front of them and not the hashtags on Twitter and other social media.

Should I call this a rant? Should I just call it my thoughts? Just a post made after a long day. Be the judge.

Brandon News

Brandon news happened yesterday. I will be doing all posts on Wednesdays and Saturdays, but today I feel like posting about something that made me happy. Also, I’ll talk about these short posts very soon; I have scheduled that already, but this particular release forced me to talk about it real quick.

Sunreach, a novella set between Starsight and Cytonic (book two and three of The Skyward Series), will be released on September 28th. The other two novellas are coming out very soon, and I feel so ready for them.

Of course, I didn’t think twice about placing my pre-order. I am always waiting for a new book to be released. I loved the series, even though I know The Skyward Series has no place in the Cosmere. I still remember when I started Spensa’s journey to becoming a pilot and how I fell in love with the characters. I’m not going to lie; I feel so tempted to interrupt my current reading to start with Skyward and prepare for the novella. Ha ha!

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Friday, I am (Not) In Love

Friday is here. Another Friday that makes zero difference among other days. Do you remember when everyone felt excited for the weekends? I am not sure if I do, if I have to be honest. The current events keep making changes to our daily lives.

We need to adapt to the new rules to see if things could get back to “normal” as soon as possible. Yeah, some people seem to lack a bit of gray matter and decide to ignore the warnings or just do whatever they want. And I just want to be positive.

I, after my last post, feel the need to listen to more music. I don’t know why, maybe it was something I had to take out of my chest. It worked. The feeling I get whenever I write about anything is very pleasant. Not sure if it’s a good comparison or not, but the feeling is similar to the one a person gets when talking to a friend or a brother. This is the place where I do post my blogging, reviews, and stories. Or just talk about anything. It feels great.

There’s a desk in front of me. I want to do everything in my power to make worth the time while my hands write on the laptop’s keyboard. Is there a way to fall in love with your ow characters? If there is, would that be normal? Most authors put a lot of themselves into their characters, that is why each book has a notorious difference among each other, even when they use the same trope of a genre. Maybe there’s something I love about myself after all.

In other news

The reason I am sharing a song like “Friday, I am In Love” on a post with a title that wants tell the opposite, well, is because the title was just a parody. I am not in love, but I feel comfortable with a character I introduced on the third chapter of my upcoming novel. I like her, and I feel the interactions with the protagonist are actually giving a light of hope in a world surrounded by darkness.

I’ll probably copy/paste the paragraph for my next project report.

Have you ever felt like writing something random? I don’t know, the times where many words that may not make any sense want to be printed on paper or a Word document. This is one of those times for me. I just feel the need to share words without much context. Just a form of expression that needed to be done.

The quarantine is playing with our heads. I just want it gone already!

A Short Term Effect

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This is crazy. Sometimes we have a certain project and we end up doing something completely different. I have mentioned on a previous post that I had to take a break from the main novel, For Her Moon, in order to start something else. I don’t have any regrets so far.

The secondary, now main, project in which I am putting my time into is coming along pretty well. I will update my Project Journal very soon, so stay tuned.

For now, I do not have much to say. COVID has been weird. I’m just going to share a song that I have been listening today.

Also, I’ve been playing Bayonetta, my favorite hack n’ slash that exists today (I wish I had a Switch to get Bayonetta 2 as well), and just for fun I am silently streaming it on my Twitch channel, though I don’t have a microphone or a good resolution, that why I would not recommend you to follow it as it is at the moment.

I hope you’re all doing well, beautiful people.

Peace out!

Don’t Be Ashamed

Hello, everyone, and welcome to one of the posts I think important. Everything I do here is for your entertainment and mine. It is refreshing to write anything on the internet, especially when you’re not very good at using your own voice to speak. Today, a problem that according to the internet, everyone should be aware of, but at the same time, in reality, seems like no one really cares about (including those who are supposedly “helping”). As always, it’s easy to be a self-proclaimed social justice warrior on the internet, while never raise a finger for the person that is in need in your community. 

First, I need to clarify, I am NOT an expert, I am NOT a psychologist or psychiatrist. I just want to talk as a normal person. A normal person that went through a recovery process and took bad decisions in the process. I know that a healing process is different for everyone—our bodies and minds differ from each other. I will talk from MY experience, what I think we should start doing, at least as a start. I just hope that some of the things I’m going to say here could help, a bit at least, for a temporary relief.

There’s only one advice, though, that you should take here and one that I am going to repeat many times on this post: SEEK FOR HELP. DO NOT BE ASHAMED TO REACH OUT FOR PROFESSIONAL HELP.

Depression, an issue that is commonly being mistaken as sadness, ignored by the people you’d thought they were close to you—cared about you. Sometimes, family is the first group that ignores the issue. Mental health is unfortunately common in society. Age does not matter, as any other disease, depression could come at any time. Maybe it’s been there, waiting for that drop to spill the glass; maybe the glass it’s going to spill by itself. It is not a weakness. Depression does not mean you are weak, never think of it that way. And DO NOT think that reaching out for help is going to make you weaker, no. On the contrary, it takes guts to seek for professional help. In a society that needs to pretend in social media to care, one must take action and walk towards a professional, one or more if you’re not feeling confident with one opinion.


Let’s start with the most obvious, yet ignored, symptoms that urgently tell you might need to start looking for help. Have you ever felt as if your life lose its colors? Sit down, take a moment to relax and think what you love and what you’d stopped doing; one of the many passions that I had in life was music, I talked about it in a few posts on this website/blog, how the only thing that had made me happy was to lie on my bed, or walk around the house, listening to music. I think it’s obvious that most of my time as a childhood, teenage years, and early adulthood, I had spent a lot of time learning about music. I used to know how to play piano—my favorite instrument.

My second favorite hobby is playing videogames. The main inspiration to write came from a videogame called Earthbound (Mother 2 in Japan) for Super Nintendo. Thanks to that particular game, I sat in my room, playing the game, and as I didn’t know English back then, I used to make my own stories in my head, and let’s be honest here, that game is very open to interpretations; I don’t speak only about the ending, but the story in general. It gives you the opportunity to imagine your own adventure!

What does this have to do with anything? The reason I mention favorite hobbies is because they give you a good view of what you’re losing in your life. I lost the first, music; my biggest passion, my dream. After some events that happened in my life during 2016 (and no, it has nothing to do with a breakup), I continued listening to it, yes, but not as I had in the past. The music transformed from something I’d fell in love with, to something I just needed to ignore my surroundings—a background sound that I needed to distract myself from thinking. Just a distraction.

It was my experience only, but I applies to anything really. Think about your hobbies, perhaps your favorite pastime was to hangout with your friend; but all of a sudden, you don’t want to see any of your friends. It probably tires you just the fact to have something planned. At first you might think is a temporary thing, but how long has it been? A month is probably boredom, or just taking a break from everything. That is sometimes necessary, take a good time for yourself only. But how about a year or more? That’s not normal, considering it used to be your favorite pastime. Once your life starts losing its colors, and talking or distracting yourself is not helping to recover them either, it is a good time to ask for help. Professional help.


Friends. Friends are a difficult group to find. We have a lot of people around us, walking down the same street and sidewalk; sharing a classroom, a school, a laboratory; going to a same bar or party; sharing the same public space. But there’s always a time that the word friend is used differently. The cultures around the world are different, and sometimes is necessary to take a look at others and take the “difficult” ones, take some Asian cultures as an example: they won’t call you a friend or hangout with you just because you both had a conversation for hours, the friendship is earned with time and knowledge of the other individual. In occidental cultures, that doesn’t happen; even when we look at the Asian cultures we tend to call them cold. However, I believe that time is required to know a person to actually consider it a friend.

Note: I am aware that some Asian cultures have a high suicidal rate, and that putting it as an example of a health awareness topic is kind of contradictory. What I’m saying here, is that I happen to believe we, in America (as a continent) should adopt some customs from different countries. Not to pretend to be better than anyone else, but to improve as individuals, as long as these customs can be 100% applied in our society.

Friendship is not perfect, even the best friends have their disagreements; the difference is that they know what to expect from each other, and they end up forgetting or fixing whatever issues they had had.

This does not happen with a friend you’ve known for a week or less. Sometimes is easy to fall in the void, accepting any hand that apparently wants to help us. Unfortunately, that hand never reaches you, and it was never its intention in the first place to save you. Take a look at them. Are they really the people you want to tell your problems to? Are they friends or drinking buddies? Since the time you’ve met them, how many times they had been genuinely interested on the thing you’d said? There are many factors to consider before trusting anyone enough to tell the things that are destroying you from the inside.

Does that mean you shouldn’t have that kind of buddies? No, I didn’t say that. They could be a good distraction, whenever you don’t want to spend time with yourself. The only thing I say is that you should not tell too much if that’s the case with the group you’re hanging out with. Just look at it like this: if you tell them the issues you have, you’re going to notice if they really care or not, sooner or later; they’re going to forget, with the excuse of being drunk (even when you’d told them prior drinking), or they’re not going say anything about it. If they care, you’re going to find out. However, if they don’t, you’re going to find out either way AND that’s going to hurt even more your stability. Probably you won’t be taken seriously or, as it commonly happens, they will tell you that you’re sad and that “time fixes everything”.

Unfortunately, everything I said above can be applied to family as well.

If you feel as if your colors are disappearing, and you feel there’s no one out there to look for any relief. There’s always one option. Even if you had someone to rely upon, do not discard that option:


There’s no shame in needing help. There’s no way you’d be considered a coward if you want to reach out for help.

I’ll probably talk about more this topic. But, as I’ve mentioned at the top, I am just telling you about my own experience, and what I think could help you get hold of the situation a little better WHILE YOU REACH FOR A PROFESSIONAL.

I am no expert on the mental health subject, I know all people thinks differently, and I know everyone has their own way to treat with the issue. Just think about it, and look for help before reaching the bottom.

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Do not be ashamed!

Desk Lamp = Happiness

I am here again, to tell irrelevant tales, as I always do. Ha! Who would have thought that a little lampo would bring me happiness?

This is literally what happened:

I bought a little rechargeable desk lamp. I’ve been reading for years, and I had never thought about buying a lamp; always read with the room light on, and that’s a normal habit, at least for me.

There’s the photo. I wasn’t expecting to find such beauty on a small desk lamp. I came across that little lamp on Amazon. I had never had one, so I decided to try; the Hot Sale was here, and I was recovering from a disappointment that happened the day of my birthday. I do not celebrate my birthday (or any holiday), but having an awful birthday is not a good thing to have. Sadness aside, it was cheap, less than $20 dollars, so I said to myself, “why not, Jesus?” I bought it.

What can I say. It was delivered to me a few days later, and I was not expecting a good time with it. I had always read with the room light on and it was fine. That, tough, was because I had never experienced before something like reading with just a little light with enough illumination to read without hurting your eyes.

The main light of your room serves the purpose to see everything inside, this is clear. To me, whenever I pick a book, I have to maintain all of my focus on the words and pages; I don’t want to see what’s around me. I’ve explained this in the past, we know that the objective of literature is to make you “travel”, escape reality and walk into an adventure while you’re sitting on the couch or lying on your bed. The power of books!

A small lamp has another power. It is the artifact that contains the power of dreams within. From afar, it looks like a normal lamp, and it will work as such. However, once you put it close to you, turn the all the lights off—except for the lamp—and that’s the exact moment the magic is freed from that little artifact. The book and the lamp, with their powers combined, you’re set for the greatest journey that could be done without traveling expenses. Everything is obscured, it is only you and the book you’re getting into.

Be ready to face look at the new worlds, and also be aware for the dangers that lie ahead!

Do you have any special token when you’re reading?

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Forced Not-Vacations

Day whatever of the quarantine. We’re forced to stay at home, this is our contribution to society today. It isn’t hard, but it seems some fools can’t follow a single instruction, as if they were asking for something difficult. Thanks to these people, the quarantine could be longer, and they feel fine because, apparently, everything is a conspiracy of power. I suppose there’s nothing we can do when part of our communities lacks gray matter.

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While we work from home, and the beautiful people that are risking their lives every day to keep important services going, all networks have noticed a lot of changes. Honestly, I am curious myself to see how everything’s going to be once everything is, kinda, normal. The way we see things, the way companies work; nothing’s going to be the same.

A busy day

I am amazed how adaptive we could be. When everything started, being forced to work from home, I thought we’d have more time to spend for ourselves. I was wrong. Not every employer has the same rules; all depends on the type of industry you’ve been working with. Some companies let you work from home and take all the breaks, and there are others where you must take your seat for several hours until your work is done.

Can’t imagine all employees that are forced to go to their work places, pending of all required services. Hospitals, groceries, construction, just to mention a few; everything that they have to do with all the procedures that have been added as precautions. They deserve respect, more than ever.


How do you spend your time at home? Personally, I am taking my time to read more, play more, listen to more music. Remember when we had many excuses before trying something new.