Novel
For a long time, I wrote only short stories, comics, and plays (yes, plays). Like many people, the idea of writing a novel, hundreds of hours focused on a single project, weeks, months, even years focused on a single story, created intense anxiety in me. That must be impossible, I thought; novelists must all be crazy. But over time, I discovered the therapeutic effect of writing novels. A therapeutic effect that, without a doubt, eventually leaves you, well, quite crazy. If you like scratching, you don’t mind the lice…
I’ve written several novels, even a whole tetralogy (a series of four novels)! And there they all are, gathering dust in forgotten corners, drawers, and closets. Impostor syndrome has been the culprit here. But I think it’s time to give them a chance. What made me change my mind? This is going to sound terrible, but I didn’t write “read by shock” on the homepage of this website for nothing; here’s one: I decided to do this thing because much of what I’ve read in recent years is ABSOLUTELY CRAP. The quality of some publications, including those from traditional publishers, that have reached my hands and burned my retinas, is such RUBBISH that they’ve put me in an excellent mood. I say to myself: “If that fucking garbage, that sad, insipid compilation of words, that waste of time and effort (mine, trying to read that, that, excrement), has been published and there are people who actually read it (and it even receives positive reviews on Goodreads!), well, hey, I should give it a shot. Let’s publish!” Misery loves company…
But seriously, there are books out there that trees shouldn’t die for. I hope you don’t think that about my work, haha.
Dreaming Catalonia
AKA On és la Laia? (Where is Laia)
Where is Laia? is my first effort writing in Catalan, and now it’s available in both Catalan and Spanish (and seriously thinking about translating it into English). It was the novel I wrote during the coronavirus lockdown, whilst living in Andorra. My antidote to not going, or going completely, crazy. A story about confinement and madness (what a surprise), independence (how controversial), political satire (how dangerous), all mixed up in a Catalan/Andorran road trip, with lots of psychological horror and science fiction. It’s making the rounds of specialised publishing houses (horror and sci-fi) in both Catalonia and Spain. But since it’s, let’s say, not very commercial, it will come back to me like a boomerang and will lend itself to independent publication. Probable release: October 1, 2026 (Check out what is special about that date, 1Oct, in Catalonia) 😉
The Well of the Wolves
I present to you a complete series of novels written in English (my native language), over 300,000 words, and then stored away. Almost three years of my life focused exclusively on this creative project. A good dystopian science fiction with fantastical elements. The work was conceived as the basis for a much larger Graphic Novel project with my fellow musicians Matt and Maria of Kid Hyena (I recommend a listen). The novels have since been adapted into a comic book script by the team and are seeking an agent as a publishing proposal (complete with the brilliant art of artist Oriol Tuca). The novels, on the other hand, have been neglected and are sadly waiting for me to give them some love, edit them, translate them, and, what the hell, publish them independently. No rush. It was, after all, my first major project, and they certainly need a major facelift. But they deserve to be considered, since I’m getting older, I mean, becoming a writer.
