I’ve recently finished writing another novel. It has nothing to do with Clandestina, my only published novel so far, but I feel this story has made me experience an equinox within myself.

The creative process has been cathartic, and I truly feel that, through writing this latest novel, I’ve grown — both as a person and as a writer.
Writing transforms me. I believe it makes me a better human being, and still, the creative process never fails to surprise me.
I constantly ask myself how immersing so deeply in the pain of my characters, imagining even their most mundane lives, could have led me to such an intense transformation: from not wanting to feel, to feeling deeply; from being frozen, to embracing the most human warmth; from absolute darkness, to the most illuminating light.

I’ve always thought that time changes us all, though we barely notice it happening.

At first, we may resist change, clinging to appearances and form, reluctant to open our eyes to the most honest reality. But then, something happens: truth finds us, and change becomes inevitable. We realise that, until then, we had been moving in circles, repeating the same pattern over and over again… until one day, we think: What if I close the circle?
And it is then that change occurs, and we are released from that weight.
Change makes us feel free.

Life makes us change.

Writing makes me feel freedom.

Each novel I finish is a circle closed: it leaves me lighter, freer, happier.

Perhaps because now I write from emotion, from the place that moves and touches me the most… far more than I ever did with Clandestina.

I smile, because once again, I feel the equinox within me.