Magic City Press looks to support Miami authors and we recently attended the book release at the Book & Books in Coral Gables for Hans Trujillo’s new Novela, “Con La Muerte No Se Juega.”
If you’re a fan of magical realism, the story’s premise will hook you instantly. A photographer in the late 1940’s, in a remote town in Colombia, photographs an important man before and then immediately after they are assassinated. Death, a character in the novel, of course takes this the wrong way. I honestly can’t wait to sink my teeth into this one!
As for the event, walking in, the room was full of family, friends, and co-workers of Hans. We found a couple of seats off to the side and were lucky because soon it was standing room only. Hans, with a great smile, wasted no time going right into what mattered to him most: giving thanks to the people the helped him throughout this process.
Which got me to thinkin’…
Writing a poem, a book, a series of books, whatever, takes an incredible amount of support from family and friends. Just look inside the dust jacket or the dedication to most of the books on the shelves anywhere – dedications to wives, mothers, fathers, children.
For putting up with us when we are at our creative best and when we can’t, as Hans put it “put more than two words on a blank page”
Writing as a process is a very selfish endeavor. We mentally (and physically) put ourselves in a corner of the world and we silently chip away and hone our craft. Some of us write in the early morning before most people have woken up. Others late at night when everyone is sleeping. Then there’s those of us that have to write during the day or when our significant others and family are around it can be a challenge.
We’re taking time away from them, and they in turn, are expected to be supportive of us. It’s a tough position to find yourself in. Yet, so many published authors every year figure it out, and its due to the strength and support they are given by the ones around them.
It’s ironic that the writing process is such a selfish endeavor, because writing in an of itself is the most giving act. It produces the most viable, tangible thing we can ever give to the world: our thoughts, our feelings, our ideas, and our stories.
Like Hemingway said: “There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
Looking forward to this one! Link to the book here!