By 1995, I had already written four feature film scripts that, unfortunately, never materialized. The story I longed to tell required a blockbuster, so I decided to translate it into a literary format. The first draft revealed me as little more than functionally illiterate in this new medium, and adapting was difficult, but in 2011, sixteen years later, my first novel, Vertical, was published by Ediciones del Viento. The literary journey continued with El doble y otros relatos and El sol negro, a self-published novel supervised by two professionals. This work was the next after my initial scripts, my true first novel. And the last is Machines, where I have sought to have a humanoid make us all see that true paradise is not in supernatural dimensions, that it is here, that it is our wonderful and complex reality.
