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Estar estos días centrado en escribir ha dado sus frutos. La escritura para mí ha sido siempre una necesidad y, a la vez, una vía de escape. Cuando necesito que mi mente esté activa, no piense en cosas que no son importantes y deje de dar vueltas, escribir es una gran terapia.

Ayer puse el punto y final al primer borrador de mi nueva novela. Comienza el proceso tedioso de la corrección, el que menos me gusta, pero de los más necesarios. Esta historia tiene que estar muy bien pulida para que enganche al leerla de la misma forma que a mí me ha enganchado escribirla.

Ha sido la primera vez que creaba una historia de fantasía gótica juvenil y la verdad es que me ha gustado mucho hacerlo. Puede que repita en un futuro. Ahora estoy preparando la que será la próxima: una historia ambientada a principios de los setenta. Va a ser algo que mezcle estilos que me apasionan y con los que disfruto escribiendo. Será un crossover con protagonista joven, pero escrito desde perspectiva madura. No será drama en sí. Estará escrita en la clave que ya usé en novelas como “Piensa en mañana” o “Me llamo Anabel”, que yo creo que es el estilo que mejor me define y en el que mejor me desenvuelvo.

No sé cuándo empezaré a escribirla, porque primero quiero prepararla bien y acabar de corregir la que tengo entre manos.

Sigo sin saber qué va a pasar. El futuro no lo sabe nadie. Solo somos conscientes del pasado y del presente y, como gasto demasiadas energías en el pasado, ahora quiero centrarme en el presente y disfrutar de esta etapa literaria en la que me dejo llevar por el proceso de creación. Como digo muchas veces, lo demás no está en mi mano y las energías debemos invertirlas en lo que podemos cambiar, no en lo que no podemos cambiar. Yo todavía puedo cambiar muchas cosas, así que aún me queda camino por recorrer.

Here you can find news about my work and the entries to my blog. You just have to choose the language and you will be welcome.

Aquí podrás encontrar noticias sobre mi trabajo y las entradas a mi blog. Solo tienes que elegir el idioma y serás bienvenido.

Después de un pequeño paréntesis para centrarme en la salida del nuevo single, Make Me Free, estos días retomo la escritura para continuar con la novela que tengo entre manos. Estoy en la recta final y tengo que pensarlo todo y cuadrarlo para que todo quede perfecta. Me está resultando muy divertido escribir esta historia, ya que el personaje está lleno de sarcasmo y humor negro todo el tiempo.

Es la primera vez que escribo fantasía gótica juvenil y me está gustando la experiencia. Fuertemente inspirado en personajes que a lo largo de mi vida me han influido por lo que representan y por su forma de ser, como Miércoles Addams, Charlotte Usher (Ghostgirl, de Tonya Hurley) o Emily The Strange, el protagonista, un joven de dieciséis años, es muy yo. Bueno, en realidad la mayoría de los protagonistas (por no decir todos) de mis novelas son muy yo. No lo puedo evitar.

Estoy deseando acabar este manuscrito para pulirlo bien y ver qué pasa con él. Está claro que, pese a todo lo que he escrito sobre mi carrera literaria y lo parada que está ahora mismo, con cierres de editoriales que me publicaban y el cambio tan grande que ha dado el mercado literario, sigo teniendo dentro a un escritor que espera volver a publicar pronto. 

El que la sigue la consigue.

A seguir trabajando.

אם לא עכשיו, אימתי? (If not now, when?)

It’s not a pretty phrase. It’s a gentle accusation. A question that looks you straight in the eye when you’ve been negotiating with yourself for too long.

Because «someday» is a comfortable place. That’s where we store the life we ​​truly want to live. That’s where we leave the change, the decision, the unfinished conversation, the promise we made to ourselves when everything went dark. «Someday» sounds like hope, but often it’s just fear with a good press.

This question resonates with me for a simple reason: I already know how fragile everything is. I already know that the body can fail. I already know that a life can turn upside down in a minute and that afterward, when you breathe again, you have two options. Either you go back to the way things were, or you accept that you’ve been given a second chance and act like someone who understands.

«Let’s stop waiting for permission. Stop waiting for the perfect motivation. Stop waiting to be a «better version,» «more confident,» «more stable,» «less tired.» It means accepting that the ideal moment won’t arrive. You create it.

And I’m not talking about grand gestures. I’m talking about the smallest things that change course. The smallest things that restore your respect. That call you avoid. That boundary you don’t set. That truth you soften. That habit that drains you. That apology that embarrasses you. That decision you postpone because it forces you to stop being who you were.

It also means something harder: accepting that doing nothing is a choice. To postpone is to decide. To remain silent is to decide. To continue as before is to decide. The thing is, we decide without signing it, so we can pretend it wasn’t our doing.

And if not now, when? The question doesn’t demand perfection. It demands integrity. It asks you not to betray yourself today. To choose a specific action that makes you feel clean inside, even if it’s uncomfortable, even if no one sees it.

Do it now. Not to prove anything. To return to yourself.

Sometimes we seek calm as if it were a gift life should bestow upon us. As if, if everything fell into place, we could finally breathe. But true calm doesn’t arrive when the world becomes easy. It arrives when you stop bargaining with your conscience.

There is a quiet dignity in doing the right thing without a show. In not using pain as a license to hurt. In not turning desire into an alibi. In not distorting the truth to avoid losing someone, to avoid looking bad, to avoid feeling guilty. Integrity is not a pose. It’s a way of being in the world that, little by little, restores your self-respect.

You don’t need to be perfect. No one is. What changes a life is deciding that you won’t build your day on excuses. That you won’t take advantage of anyone, even if you can. That you won’t manipulate or humiliate, or sell yourself a comfortable lie to survive the discomfort of growing up. That, too, is spirituality, even if it has no name or flag: the decision not to get dirty inside.

Justice doesn’t begin with grand speeches. It begins when you choose not to cause more harm. When you become someone reliable. Someone who doesn’t promise what they can’t deliver. Someone who knows how to apologize without drama. Someone who makes amends, even if they don’t receive applause. Someone who understands that decency isn’t dependent on their mood.

Today I’m not asking you to feel good. I’m asking you to hold on. To choose just one thing you know is right, however small it may seem, and do it calmly and quietly. Sometimes that’s all it takes for your inner world to find some order.

Peace doesn’t arrive when everything is understood. It arrives when you stop betraying yourself.
What specific action would help you respect yourself a little more today?

Make Me Free, the first single of my new era, is out!

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There are songs that are written to be released, and others that are written to be survived.

Make Me Free belongs to the second kind.

This song did not come from a strategy, a trend, or a need to be visible. It came from a moment where staying silent was no longer an option. From the quiet exhaustion of carrying old versions of myself that no longer fit. From the need to let something breathe, even if it hurt.

For a long time, music was about proving something. About polishing, correcting, controlling. Somewhere along the way, I forgot that it was also supposed to be a place of truth. A place where scars are not hidden, but understood.

Make Me Free is not a celebration. It is a threshold.

It is the sound of learning to stand still inside my own skin. Of accepting fragility without turning it into drama. Of choosing honesty over protection.

This song opens a new chapter called Love Yourself. Not as a slogan, not as self help, but as a slow and sometimes uncomfortable process. One where freedom is not given, but allowed.

On January 30, Make Me Free arrives quietly. No fireworks. Just a door opening.

And this time, I am ready to walk through it.

Not louder
Not bigger
Just truer.

This is not about chasing trends or fitting into frames that were never built for me.
It is about sound becoming honest.
About silence having weight.
About songs that breathe instead of begging for attention.

I am entering a phase where music is no longer a performance.
It is a place.
A language.
A pulse.

What is coming is slower in some moments, darker in others, and clearer than anything I have done before.
Less explanation.
More truth.

This is not a reinvention.
It is a return.

Make Me Free. Jan 30

I have spent a long time moving in silence. Not silence as emptiness, but silence as preparation.

Over the past year I have been rethinking my relationship with my own art, why I create, how I show it, and what I want it to represent. Less noise, fewer distractions, and a clearer sense of purpose.

Music has gradually become the centre of my life again, not as a role I play but as the most honest way I know to exist in the world. I am stepping into this next chapter with more intention, more clarity, and less need to perform for anyone but myself.

In a few weeks, Make Me Free will be released. It marks the beginning of a new era that will unfold through my next album, a period of renewal, emotional openness, and creative freedom. It is both a door opening and a promise of what is yet to come.

Here, in this space, I want to document that journey: slowly, thoughtfully, and without spectacle. Sharing what feels meaningful rather than what feels strategic. Leaving traces of the process rather than chasing trends.

If you are reading this, thank you for being here.
If you are new, welcome to a darker, softer, and more deliberate chapter of my work.

This is not a comeback.
It is a continuation, finally aligned with who I am now.

Javier Herce