Moonless Nights

Rafael M

The idea was to write this book in Spanish. It was supposed to be a short story but I decided to expand it in both languages for my november novel with different characters and a different plot. What are you writing for National Novel Writing Month? El Viaje a San Carlos El viaje  fue una tonta idea que se le ocurrió a Dianita. Teníamos ya tres días en casa después del velorio de abuelo Ely cuando me miro así con los ojos bien abiertos y dijo: “Leí El viaje hacia el mar , por primera vez en mi vida me gusto mas la película que el libro.” “¿Y?” Le pregunte sin mover un ojo de la revista que había comprador en el supermercado esa mañana. Los chimes de la celebridades estaban muchos mas interesantes que cualquier pensamiento que Dianita podría tener. “Es súper raro, a todos siempre nos gusta mas…” Cuando noto mi falta de interés por el tema se encogió de hombros y se recostó de la silla. Estábamos sentadas en la galería que quedaba en la parte trasera de la casa. ...

Meeting someone new, quickly clicking & then drawing silly things on his hand.  He just laughs it off. Learning responsibility to a whole new level. Finally living in the present and not waiting until tomorrow to have in my life someone that I really wanted. Enjoying all the moments I spend with her. She is a box of surprises, I swear I learn more from her than I think she learns from me. "Take a picture" she says and then turns her face the other way and laughs at me. Learning that one moment someone is with you and the next second they are gone. Life can truly be cruel and sad. But somehow we must find a way to pick ourselves up and keep moving.  I made a wish.

I love the relationship between Sawsan and Timothy, they are so broken yet together they give each other strength. (Excerpt: The Threat) My feet were bleeding; they were highly in pain, but I didn’t stop moving. I didn’t miss a step. I was behind the glass following her every step, her every move, her every sway and her every breath. I was determine to get this right, this right here was going to be my vengeance. My family and friends and this town depended on me to finish this. By the end of the dance I wanted everyone in the crowd to stand up, to buy this. I wanted everyone to see my hard work pay off and I wanted everyone to shout as the Queen’s body fell to my feet. And unlike her at the end of the dance, I wasn’t going to hide. I was going to tell them the truth; I was going to open everyone’s eyes. It was a suicide mission. “ You can stop now.” I could see Timothy standing by the door from the reflection in the mirror. “You know every single move, why do yo...

September 16, 2014 I received a call that my great friend, my great support John Rozankowski had gone to a better place.  I don't think there are words that could possibly explain the emptiness he leaves behind. You left a place in my heart that none will be able to fulfill. But I'm very grateful because you were in my life and you left behind good memories and a great legacy. John Rozankowski May 12, 1953- September 16, 2014 Thank you for believing in me.  Rest in peace my friend.