I used to write science fiction few years ago, why? From where came that wish of became a super outcast of 14 years old? My problem started when I dreamed “the dream”, being someone different and change my life and turn it all in to that dream, sounds obvious uh? In the meantime of a big break out in my life when I was 18 years old, I met my friends “the Labyrinths” members of a selected group called “The labyrinth” hi hi ^^  (Laura Michel, Tonatiuh Moreno, Grabriel Benitez… Lovers of Literature, Tolkien, Arthur C. Clark, Miyasaki, Dungeons & Dragons,etc.), that group born in the middle of a Master in Communications thesis project of two members, students of the University ITESO and they shared the project with the community in my home town Guadalajara as part of they research. Later a book came out “Laberinto”. Well, the research and a secular group inside, published two specialized magazines without any special success (only their friends and the mini-community of outcasts from three states Zacatecas, Jalisco and Nayarit used to bought those issues, I still have 2 or 3 hidden somewhere) and lots of friends to play ROL games! But the writers stayed together just at the end, to have religious meetings every weekend to play ROL games, write, read with a cat in your feet and interchange opinions of personal literature projects.
So then, I met the group, the energy and the power of destiny (my will) guided my old friends to me. I was working in a Library that was just two blocks from the dungeon (Laura’s parents house), was a beautiful Sunday, they were searching a book… And Laura saw one of my drawings and speaked to me. Voilà.

But what about this story? I beleive of what Vargas Llosa said about fiction and the origins of the humanity, man had to dream first his reallity and he’s not the first one of saying it. I dreamed once of become a “story teller”, draw, write, live and inspire others to dream with passion their lives, cause it works! I felt that I had many things to say and share but when I met “the laberynths”  they show me the path (with the help of Orson Scott Card) and also they amazed me many times with their stories, many times I looked at them like my big bros and sis and I wanted to be like them. They used to dream with passion and touched my heart. Those are real story tellers, those that drives others into the dreamworld. 
Later I met many other “story tellers” (I meant, friends, lovers, writers, artist of all different kinds…) that gives me such punch that right now it’s impossible to get out. I must to finish this journey.

THANKS everybody to be there… I meant right here, kiss.