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FINALLY puting ink into paper

I was born in March, 1983 on a Saturday, getting into this world as the seventh birth labor of my mother, Cecilia(she is the main character of my first book: ‘My mother’s visitors’). And as surprising as this might sound to you, I am not the seven’t child in my family, I am actually the tenth and final kid to wondered around in this crazy family.

Both of my parents had a previous happy life, and the both had three kids when they found each other and decided to join efforts to beat hardness of rising a family on their own.

I grew up in a little country side town in Alajuela, Costa Rica, where my parents had this amazing property full of any fruit trees, with lots of green grass and a endless collection of insects that kept me exploring for twenty years, until we had to let it go.

Living there in the 90’s was really unique, it was a really empty town where you seemed to enter a parallel reality every time you came back from the capital, where I studied my entire life, curiously thinking, my father had this early 1900’s set of mind about procuring your kids with ‘education’ far from home, but in my case it was just a 30 miles daily roundtrip, I know is not much, but traveling day to day gave me this spaces to thing and create stories in my head from an early age.

2001-2009

At a very young age of 13 years old, I had a profound relation with death and sorrow, I was just beginning my high school and I have had already to confront the passing of the three most important male figures in my life so far, my older brother, my grandpa and my dad, all this in less than six years. There’s never enough time to outlive your love ones passing, but intromission leads you to the wonder world of expressing all your inner and private feelings into words, pages, notebooks, maybe a book?

My first attempts to write down a complete and concise work was during this period of time, where death and grief continued to be the main topic of my efforts, while the departure of more and more loved ones forcedly sculpted my life into the primal embrio of a writer.

The absence of grandma and Mom, showed me how a decade can definitely show how mortal you really are.

2010-2016

Second decade of the 2000s was like getting the cassette out of the walkman and putting back in to listen to B side, and this side’s tunes were way brighter and joyful, like coming from hearing Pink Floyd on Side A, to start dancing Side B with accelerated pop rock of Soda Stereo.

I welcomed my daughter on April 2011, and her light and colors fulfilled and inner need for moving to a greater future, even taking risky paths and roads. In the middle of 2012 I moved to Buenos Aires, Argentina, looking for a better place to endure my love relations with the women of my life, moving them aside from the fake movie we were part of in Costa Rica at that time, and bringing our lead roles into a bigger and exciter location.

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JASON OWENS

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Guitar / Vocal

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Guitar / Vocal

JASON OWENS

Guitar / Vocal

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