English, then…

So I’ve heard you finally decided to become an English writer. Yeah, mate! First chapter not bad. Looking forward to reading second one (…) Congrats!

Martin / Swindon / UK

(November, 16th, 2024)

Dear Martin,

It is, even for me, a nice surprise to get the Statistics on the web and learn that Northgaters (according to Avner) first chapter has been read so many times already. Don’t know if it’s any good, but I am very happy to having stepped forward and finding myself inside the swimming pool. Hope I won’t drawn… to be honest, I don’t feel quite confident about it, so I will wait and see here sitting on my comfy Spanish armchair before I release the second chapter. Guess the plan is to stand by for a while, waiting for somebody (like you, dear Lord— you leave me wondering if your message is a sign) to tell me that I have the right to write in your beautiful language.

Half of my readings are in English and, despite what my father thinks, I truly believe this is the thing to do. I have a confession to make, though. I am reading right now Never Let Me Go, by Kazuo Ishiguro, and he keeps on telling me that I am not good enough. It happened exactly the same with McEwan and the rest of the authors I read. I wake up in the middle of the night, sweating as if I have just come out of a trench and feeling afraid of the bombs about to fall on my head. I swear, all those fine English writers’ eyes echoing and fiercely ricocheting back at me like stray bullets. They shout at me at the top of their voices, accusing me of disrespecting them.

Love, 

Enrique