The Boy From The Future

When the teacher asked him to introduce himself before the group, he said: “I am Andrew and I come from the future”. The mockery did not wait, nor the torrent of nicknames that flooded over him. “Hey, galactic kid, where did you park your ship?” They asked. “I don’t need one,” he replied. “And… how are we doing in the future?,” they insisted. “You all are losers,” he replied. Every day afterschool, the mother of Andrew accompanied him to the grocery store but this time, prey to a migraine, she sent him alone with three dollars for a milk carton. The schoolmates, who continually harassed him, took advantage of his solitude to approach him. “Take this, boy of the future!” one shouted and hit him with a stone. The other five repeated until they saw Andrew fall and hit his skull on the sidewalk. The shadows of that joint crime pursued them that afternoon, and another, and many more … it changed their future.

Alejandra Meza Fourzán ©

Poetry: As tart as green apples

As tart as green apples
That is the taste you left on my mouth.
I remember the butterflies that flied out from your pen
And the happy hunt that I used to make of them.
Now, there are only worms with no colors nor wings.
You made me chase my dreams
Those that you hurt with your sharp darts.
There are not enough walls to build between we both,
There are not enough goodbyes to tear us apart,
For your words sound like a rotten symphony
That my ears can not stand any longer.
It took me some time but I finally realized
That you are the sorcerer of the empty poems,
The prince of the purple prose,
The golden king of the reign of tart.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán ©

Poetry: Be still

Be still, my child, under the winds of life,
Be strong by staying close to your soul.
Do not let the storm of sorrow ravish your heart.
Be still, my brave one,
While holding on to the pieces of memories
That you have about me.
Be still, my boy,
Do not let the despair change you
Because I will stay still as well,
Even if you can not see me.

Whenever this wind stops blowing
I will comfort you with my maternal love.
Be still, my son,
For when this war is over
We will be closer and wiser
And we will rise as birds.
A spring will come
And renew whatever needs to be renewed
Then, the best of us would have grown
That even the trees will envy us.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán ©

Poetry: Glowing creatures

We are the intruders of life,
Two white swans carving a new trail in the water
As a knife which slides into the flesh.
Those swans are you and me:
Two souls glowing in the dimness,
Hanging on to each other in the darkest times,
For your faith shines over me,
And your bravery pushes me forward to the next boundary.

Sometimes, it feels like we are so lonely,
Lost in an obscure world,
But even so here we stand, embracing the mists,
Bringing our love close to its edge with no maps, nor lanterns,
Like truthful creatures willing to discern how
The beginning is to be rewritten.

Alejandra Meza Fourzán ©

#NanoHop Welcome

Hello, my new friends through #NanoHop. I’m so glad to know you. Raimey Gallant has made a wonderful (and exhausting) job in getting us together, hasn’t she?

In the further days, I’ll be knocking doors in your blogs in an effort to be participative in this new community. Meanwhile, let me introduce myself: I’m a Mexican poetess and fiction writer settled in Colorado. I’ve been actively blogging and writing for the past year.

My NaNoWriMo project was my first novel which I intend to edit on the next months: “The broken guidelines”, that tells the lessons with which life instructs siblings Thomas, Victoria and Miguel Santodomingo, right after the funeral of their mother.


Once on a while, I’ll share (and ask for) some writing tips, poems and short stories with you. You may find me in Twitter, also.

“Yes, it’s hard to write. But it’s harder not to.” -Carl Clinton Van Doren

Have a happy writing!


Alejandra Meza Fourzán

Poetry: I found me

In my trip towards nowhere
I heard a quivering bell.
Under the soft rays of a new sun
As young and shy like a summertime orange
I found a deep pain that gave birth to many flowers
And I found me.

In the middle of a web of veins, I saw a heart
Struggling as a bird which was trying to escape
Then felt a quietness, the kind of quietness that surges from hope.
In my trip to the nothing, I’ve found everything:
For I’ve found me.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán ©



Image of Sarolta Ban


#NaNoWriMo Mission Accomplished/Reto cumplido

I did it! 50,000 words in less than a month. What a journey! I feel mentally exhausted. I dream about my book, I dream about my characters, and all I think during the day hours is about the plot.
The experience is as wonderful as its results:
1. I wrote the novel that was haunting my soul for 20 years!
2. I stretched my strength until its very edge.
3. I proved myself that I’m capable of facing big writing challenges.
Would I make it again? I don’t know. Too soon to tell, but of one thing I’m sure: NaNoWriMo is worth your effort.


¡Lo logré! 50.000 palabras en menos de un mes. ¡Vaya jornada! Me siento mentalmente agotada. Sueño con mi libro, sueño con mis personajes y todo lo que pienso durante el día es sobre la trama.
La experiencia ha sido tan maravillosa como sus resultados:
1. ¡Escribí la novela que atormentó mi alma durante 20 años!
2. Llevé mis fuerzas hasta su límite.
3. Me demostré que soy capaz de enfrentar grandes desafíos literarios.
¿Lo haría de nuevo? No sé. Es demasiado pronto para afirmarlo, pero de una cosa estoy segura: NaNoWriMo vale la pena.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán

#NaNoWriMo Day 20/Día 20

Day 20

I mixed the exact ingredients, the cake came out on time from the oven … it was time to decorate it. What if I spoil my cake? Total panic: I had already written 40,000 words, that is 2/3 of my novel and I only had to write the climax and the ending. Fortunately, a friend of mine, a story writer and expert novelist came to my aid, and I survived. In short, here is what I learned:
1. Ask for help. Do not be afraid to do so.
2. Write a poem or a short story to clear your mind of your novel.
3. I said “clear” not “disengage” yourself from your novel.
4. Indulge yourself with an extra slice of lemon pie.
5. Do not give up. We’ve come too far!
P.S. How did I come up with this crazy idea of writing a novel?

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Día 20

Mezclé los ingredientes exactos, el pastel salió en su punto del horno… era hora de adornarlo. ¿Y si echo a perder mi pastel?. Pánico total: Ya había escrito 40,000 palabras, es decir 2/3 partes de mi novela, y solo me restaba escribir el clímax y el final. Por fortuna, vino en mi ayuda un amigo mío, cuentista y novelista experto, y sobreviví. En resumen, esto es lo que aprendí:
1. Pide ayuda. No temas hacerlo.
2. Escribe un poema o un relato corto para despejar tu mente de tu novela.
3. Dije “despejarte” no “desentenderte” de tu novela.
4. Consiéntente con una rebanada extra de tarta de limón.
5. No te rindas. ¡Hemos llegado muy lejos!
P.D. ¿Cómo fue que se me ocurrió esta loca idea de escribir una novela?


Alejandra Meza Fourzán

#NaNoWriMo Day 11/Día 11

I used to run until a meniscal wear sent me to the operating room. What does this have to do with my participation in NaNoWriMo? A lot. If I did sign up for the challenge of writing a novel of 50.000 words in 30 days, and in only 11 I have written a total of 22.338 words is because my creativity it is in good shape. Is it possible to run 5 miles per day? Yes, I did it in my athlete’s days, but I remember that it took me months to get at that mark. The same thing happens to those who decide to enlist in the NaNoWriMo challenge.

In the coming weeks, will come out my first book with 38 short stories. It took me 12 months to write it down and it contains 31.000 words. Other 15.000 will not see the light and other 18.000 are part of a collection of several texts which I also wrote during that year. In summary: I wrote 64.000 words of which 31.000 will be published after hard editing work.

If I continue with my average, I will complete the NaNoWriMo challenge and on November 30th I will have in my hands a 60.900 words draft similar to a patient who will arrive in my emergency room needing plastic surgery. First, I shall restrain bleeding, later, I will fix for it a Greek-style nose, as is recommended by the expert writers who I have been reading during these ten days.

Today ─Day 11─, I am as excited as exhausted: the plot of this novel has spent 20 years hanging around my head and I’m working under a rigorous plan of 27 chapters already outlined. Even so, on Day 8 I suffered a panic attack from which only the embrace of my husband -my patron, my alpha reader, my best friend- saved me.

To conclude:

1. If you have never written but you have thrown yourself into this challenge, do not worry, write as much as you can. The brain is a muscle that can be exercised as much as the legs.
2. If you do not have a plan, stop now and write it down, otherwise creative attrition will annihilate your dream.
3. If in spite of everything, you are the ones who (like me) want to see your novel on the paper, congratulations. See you on the 30th in the emergency room to start editing it.

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Solía correr hasta que un desgaste en los meniscos me mandó de visita al quirófano. ¿Qué tiene que ver esto con mi participación en el NaNoWriMo? Mucho. Si he podido inscribirme en este reto de escribir una novela de 50,000 palabras en 30 días, y en tan solo 11 he escrito un total de 22,338 palabras se lo debo a que mi creatividad está en forma. ¿Es posible correr 5 millas al día? Sí, yo lo hacía en mis épocas de atleta, pero recuerdo que me tomó meses acondicionar mi cuerpo para conseguirlo. Creo que algo similar ocurre con quienes decidimos enlistarnos en el reto NaNoWriMo.

En las próximas semanas, saldrá a la luz mi primer libro con 38 relatos cortos. Me tomó 12 meses escribirlo y contiene 31,000 palabras. Otras 15,000 no verán la luz y otras 18,000 forman parte de una colección de textos varios que escribí asimismo durante ese año. En resumen: Escribí 64,000 palabras de las cuales 31,000 serán publicadas tras de un arduo trabajo de edición.

De continuar con mi promedio, concluiré el reto NaNoWriMo y el 30 de noviembre tendré en mis manos un borrador de 60,900 palabras parecido a un paciente que arribará a mi sala de emergencias requiriéndome cirugía plástica. En primer lugar, habré de contenerle las hemorragias, luego le practicaré la cirugía que le dejará la nariz al estilo griego, según me recomiendan los escritores expertos a quienes he leído durante estos diez días.

Hoy ─Día 11─, me encuentro tan emocionada como exhausta: el argumento de esta novela lleva 20 años rondando mi cabeza y cuento con un riguroso plan de 27 capítulos ya delineado. Aun así, el Día 8 sufrí un ataque de pánico del que solo el abrazo de mi esposo (mi mecenas, mi lector cero, mi mejor amigo) pudo salvarme.


1. Si nunca has escrito pero te lanzaste a este reto, no te preocupes, escribe cuanto puedas. El cerebro es un músculo que puede ejercitarse tanto como las piernas.
2. Si no tienes un plan, detente ahora y redáctalo, de lo contrario el desgaste creativo aniquilará tu sueño.
3. Si a pesar de todo, eres de los que (como yo) quieren ver su novela escrita, te felicito. Nos vemos el día 30 en la sala de emergencias para comenzar a editarla.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán

#NaNoWriMo2016 Day 4/ Día 4

Day 4 conclusions:
7,800 words so far! This is an amazing experience. What have I learned so far?
1. It’s important to stay focused.
2. Stick to the plan.
3. Keep the story’s facts as simple as you can.
4. Don’t cheat yourself.
This is a life changing experience, I can feel that already.


Conclusiones del Día 4:
¡7,800 palabras escritas hasta este momento! Esta es una experiencia increíble. ¿Qué he aprendido?
1. Es importante mantener la concentración.
2. Apégate al plan inicial.
3. Manten los hechos de la historia tan simples como sea posible.
4. No hagas trampa.
Esta es una experiencia que cambia la vida y ya puedo sentir el cambio.


Alejandra Meza Fourzán