I have great hopes for this story. I don't know why, but I feel this one is closer to my heart than the other two. Could it be because it's set in Rosario, Argentina? That might have a lot to do with it. Why is it that even though I've been away for almost 12 years, my thoughts always drift to my childhood, the barrio, the sounds of my youth? Writing this book is like a therapy, and I'm glad to realize that all the feelings I had kept inside are producing happy scenes. But I need some conflict, and that won't take long to come. It just breaks my heart that my characters have to suffer, but I promise I have a great ending in sight. I hope the one I planned two years ago still fits them.
On another note, and as I had promised, here are some Halloween pictures. I hope you like'em.