Editorial goals for 2025

2024 is gone and, despite my best efforts to keep up with my writing goals for the last year, my production was less than I’d like to acomplish, althought it’s a self-initiative and I’m not being paid for this ‒ or for anything.

Last year was spent in recovering from a burn ( a real burn, with hot water, dealing with setbacks, remebering and compiling, since I’ve found out, by the end of 2023, that I’ve been drugged and explored in my intelectual property since childhood and for most part of my life so far.

In 2025, while I’ll focus mainly on personal goals, I’m setting a more modest content writing goal for this year.

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La Luz Es Como El Agua | Light Is Like Water | Part 1

I wrote this short story many years ago, while I was in college and started taking Spanish language lessons in a idiom school. I wrote it originally in Spanish, as an assigment for my classes. I saw it credited to another (real?) author pseudonym on the internet, with the date of 78, but it's decades younger than that. This story is inspired in my childhood; since young age, I was interested in science and technology, hence my many screenplays in sci-fi, and was fortunate enough to get a correct explanation, thus being able to write this story. It will be published in parts, due to the whims of a mean typist. Read it in English La Luz Es Como El Agua En Navidad los niños volvieron a pedir un bote de remos. - De acuerdo - dijo el papá, lo compraremos cuando volvamos a Cartagena. Totó, de nueve años, y Joel, de siete, estaban más decididos de l...

Sad Cypress

Wishing my fans (under a worldwide famous pseudonym ) a wonderful New Year's eve! I couldn't harvest recognizement for my early work yet, but by the end of 2023 things took an unexpected turn and started to get better, although it still doesn't appear so. Stay safe. A.Webb Originally posted on December 24, 2024

La Luz Es Como El Agua | Light Is Like Water | Part 2

La Luz Es Como El Agua - part 2 Read it in English Esta aventura fabulosa fue el resultado de una ligereza mia cuando participaba en un seminario sobre la poesia de los utensilios domésticos. Totó me preguntó cómo era que la luz se encendia con sólo apretar un botón, y yo no tuve el valor de pensarlo dos veces. La luz es como el agua - le contesté: uno abre el grifo, y sale. De modo que siguieron navegando los miércoles en la noche, aprendiendo el manejo del sextante y la brújula, hasta que los padres regresaban del cine y los encontraban dormidos como ángeles de tierra firme. Meses después, ansiosos de ir más lejos, pidieron un equipo de pesca submarina. Con todo: máscaras, aletas, tanques y escopetas de aire comprimido. - Está mal que tengan en el cuarto de servicio un bote de remos que no les sirve para nada - dijo el padre -. Pero está peor que quieran tener además equipos de buceo. - ?Y si nos ganamos la gardenia...

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