In February, I found out I had won the 2025 Calendario Award for Science Fiction and Fantasy, one of the most important awards for under-35s in Cuba. I don't have any photos of that because the ceremony hasn't happened yet, and I haven't received my beautiful certificate to hang on my wall.
I also got an Honorable Mention in the 2025 Edad de Oro Award in the Science Fiction and Fantasy category. This is another of the most important awards for all ages in my country. So, in theory, my career should be on solid ground, sailing full speed ahead with wind in my sails.
That's not the case 🙃
My friend 
The awards made me happy, yes, but every feeling, good and bad, felt dull. As if I were looking at the world through a fog of apathy that I really don't like. I'm trying to get better, give me time 😅
The reason this is happening is that these awards are very nice, but I feel like a ghost writer. I already have 5 awards, 4 books in the editorial process, 2 of them ready for a year now. None have been published yet, not even digitally.
What good are so many awards if, when it's time to show my work, there's nothing? Oh well, sh*t happens.
But I'll keep writing and maybe someday things change. I really hope so.
