About Me

I’m a Hispanic male, 32 as of 19 march 2017, living in San Diego. I currently hold an associate’s degree in Liberal Art with an emphasis on Language Arts and Humanities from San Diego Community College. I never attended a 4 year university. It was too expensive for me, and there wasn’t a way for me to cover my expenses. I always wanted to attend UCLA’s school of film, television, and theater. I wanted to be director. There’s always a divide between aspirations and reality. It’s life. I have the grades. I held a 3.5 g.p.a. and accumulated 18 honor units. I studied the most I could, and I’m confident in my writing. Of course, a lot of people will say I took an easy route. I mostly took English, reading, and writing classes like American literature, English literature, world literature, and creative writing along with a bunch of anthropology, humanities, sociology, and psychology courses. However, I would argue I didn’t take an easy route. Click here In The Defense of Language to get a taste of that argument.


Storytelling is my passion. I see it as tool to influence the behavior of people. Stories shapes societal norm and expectation in many different way. The story we tell each other shape the trends we like and dislikes, altering the path of millions everyday, regardless of whether they are aware of it or not. I do not spend my time writing because I desire to get rich. Chances are I will die unknown. I write because people wrote stories before me, and they fashioned my imagination. In a sense, they share a gift with me, and I write to hopefully share the gift they shared with me to others. I write to share my creativity and hopefully inspire other the way I was inspire by writer before me.

I have always been a fan of the horror genre. I love horror movies and book. As a child, I used to love Halloween because of the creepy costumes people wore. Say Cheese and Die by R.L. Stine was the first I remember reading, or at least it was the most memorable book. I then went on to collect and read all of the book originally published at the time. The first movie to terrify me was Bram Stoker’s Dracula. My mother always hid it from me. She always said it wasn’t appropriate for children.  I eventually got my hands on it and watched it without her consent. The sex scene between the beast and woman was disturbing.

As a child, I enjoyed watching Mickey and the Beanstalk. I watched the animated movie more often than I watched Goonies, Back to the Future, or Little Rascals. I was fascinated by the story of Mickey rescuing a golden harp that brought stability to his lands and at the same time exploring a world full of giants and magic. The tale also felt dark and gritty at times, as dark and gritty as it would get for children, of course, and it stayed in my mind for many years.

One day after having read countless Egyptian myths, I thought of a story – the story a woman who played a golden harp and brought balance to the universe. I named the female Arayia and gave the story the title The Song Of Arayia. The story was originally meant to be full of sexual imagery, much like Egyptian myth, and a story about rape. However, I got some very negative feedback (almost disgusted at me) from a woman I allowed to read the original draft of the story, so I put the story aside for a rough 5 years. I thought about it, and I decided to cut back on the sexual details.

Lately, I’ve been rewriting the core of the story and reading H.P. Lovecraft at the same time. I like how he writes long winded sentences, so I am attempting the same thing with this story. I also intentionally make the language as lofty as I can, so I can create the tension and tone I want.



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