Embracing your inner nerd

There is a time in any person’s life where he or she may face the fact that indeed, they may be the hosts of an inner nerd. In my case, I came to this inevitable conclusion when I decided to pursue a Master’s Degree in English Literature. I remember the epic day a friend of mine, whose identity will be kept in the shadows but will be referred as D, accompanied me to a nearby library to do some research for a paper.  This particular library was not too big, since many of its books were rare and specialized. Also, we had to go there because they had the books we needed. I should also add that these were times before the Internet became to exist, so our University work was done in the old fashioned way, through many books, reading, writing and patience.

Actually, D came along because she also had a paper due on that same week. I think it was a Sunday afternoon, now that I remember, and when we entered the library, we were greeted by the librarian and directed to where we could find the books we were looking for.

I don’t know how many hours went by, because I just glued myself to the chair and had tons of books spread out on the table, and I was taking notes like a maniac, totally absorbed in my research. I believe D did the same thing until one of us asked: “Do you know what time is it?” We did not know. Neither of us had a watch. All I could see is that we were alone in the room and the clock on the wall said it was 9:00 p.m. Nowadays some University libraries do not close, but back then, they did.

“Are you hungry? I think we should wrap up and leave.” I said. D agreed. I had almost finished my work, I just needed to corroborate some details and we could go. Now, the thing is, D had gone to the front door and came back saying: “I think they closed and left us here!”

I unstuck my eyes and nose from the book I was reading and said: “Are you serious?”

“Yes, the door is locked and there’s no one here.” D said.

“So, how do we get out?” I said, panicking.

“I don’t know!” D added.

We tried using the phone, but none of the extensions worked, not even the one from the security guard in the front. How could we spend the night locked up in a library? I thought. It was just plain stupid. So it occurred to me, we could try and open up a window, since they faced the corridor that took us to the outside world. These were guillotine windows, and if we were lucky, one of them would be unlocked and we could escape!

Thank God my intuition was right. We found an unlocked window, then we ran to gather out stuff and immediately jumped out into the corridor unnoticed, like two bandits. However, we were careful to close the window afterwards. We did not want any burglars to come in and steal the library’s books!

Ok, but what does this have to do with embracing your inner nerd?

Maybe a lot or maybe not much, but it does open a preamble for my fascination with books, literature, novels and history.

I recently came across this post, somewhere over the Internet, asking for characters to role play The Tudors as in the TV series. I humbly asked the administrator, King Henry VIII, if I could play Lady Mary, his daughter, and he agreed. Now, I know I am not as spectacular as the actress who plays her part in the series, but I don’t look like the real Lady Mary either. As usual, I did some research, but now I can bless the Internet for providing these images in a timely manner.

Let me say that in order to do role playing, you don’t need to reveal your true identity. They could either be men or women playing male or female characters. Players use avatars taken from the series in order to portray the characters they choose, but again, my inner nerd felt the calling and urged me to do something extra…

I’ve already been called a geek, a nerd, a weirdo, etc. But, what if I encourage the rest of the gang in the group of role players I’m in? At least I appreciate and do embrace my inner nerd, and I’m proud of it.


Animation to love

Yes, I’m a sucker for short animated films, clay animation, stop motion and computer animation as well. And so, I have chosen three of my favorites to share over here. There is a recurring theme in the three of them, but I won’t spoil it by giving it away. Hope you enjoy them as much as I did.

Honestly, I don’t know which one I like the most!

Inside ‘The World Within’

Writing is not an easy task. Between organizing your thoughts and putting them down in words, a hundred million things can happen. Plus, add in there that fact that you have to work and clean the house, do laundry,  go to the supermarket, run errands, etc. You have to set some time aside to sit down, clear up your mind and write, and if the muse is not working at that particular time, hours can go by on a single paragraph, or even a a single line. Although the opposite may also happen, where you can write five or six pages in a couple of hours, time seems to fly and you just flow with it.

That’s why it took me over a year to finish my first novel, but I’d like to share a section here where the main character is about to enter the mysterious world within the rainforest:

“Climbing up the wall did not look like such an impossible mission. Even though the artifacts were quite closely knit up, there were some objects that stuck out, here and there, and with concentration and skill, I could use them as climbing grippers to find my way up. With a big sigh, I slowly started my ascent to the top. The first four or five steps were easy, but when I was halfway up, I had to stretch my right leg far onto what looked like a bicycle pedal and then slide myself on top of it, much like a spider would do. After this step, there were many protruding things I could use to reach the top. I counted in my head, “one, two, three” and managed to slide and lift myself up to the pedal, then I quickly stretched my left leg onto a car handle that stuck out in the most convenient way. Next, I took hold of two metallic objects, near the edge of the wall. They were indeed the two parts of a broken set of pliers, I grabbed them tightly and stepped on an old skateboard that lay stuck, in a perpendicular position, with half of its side view stuck to the wall. Now that I could stand on my two feet, on the same wall grip, I took a few seconds to gather my strength and my breath. I only had to tiptoe over the edge to take a look of what lay on the other side.

Then, as I placed my hands over the wall and stood on the tip of my toes to take a peek, a pair of mushy, yet warm strong hands were placed above mine, and I was face to face with the most unimaginable creature I had ever seen. Its face resembled a meerkat’s, only that it was furrier and rounder, with deep-dark, large crystal-like eyes. Its ears were round as well, and they balanced in size to its equally dark, rounded snout, which bulged out with long silver whiskers that moved about nervously as if examining me. While doing so, I noticed its mouth opening and closing for a brief moment; showing me its white, pointy-sharp teeth, a detail that proved to be its most terrifying feature. “Rah-ka-tah-koo-BAH-LAH” the creature whispered as it threw a handful of purple mist right into my face and almost immediately, everything around me turned to darkness.”

The book is available both in print as well as in Kindle format and you can read the first chapter and part of the second over here:

Mac lovers, can click over here:

The World Within


Like any other writer, I’d love to be read, of course, I won’t deny it, but I guess it’s a matter of time. I also have a short story uploaded, and that one can be downloaded for $0 and surprisingly, it has been in the Top 100 Amazon’s Best Sellers under Mythology for some weeks now. So, I guess that in order for my book to get there, I’ll have to put it up for free as well…

Unfortunately, I can’t do that. I wish I could though…