When I published my memoir, Las misteriosas noches de antaño in 2011, I knew very well it wasn't going to sell. How many people were going to be interested in the memoirs of an unknown writer who wrote in his second language? I did it for fun and to improve my Spanish. I know that in the former I was successful and I hope that's true of the latter as well although my brother should be the one to judge as he edited the two books and can tell whether I've improved or not. I personally think I have.However, since I have translated my Spanish, which can be described as mediocre at best, the resulting composition is simpler than I'm accustomed to writing in English. But that's not important as long as it's clear and hopefully informative and entertaining.In the introduction to the 2011 book, I wrote: ".a writer of autobiography has the disagreeable feeling that nothing of importance has happened in his life when he tries to write something and nothing occurs to him.

" It's true, but now I don't have any trouble thinking of things to write about. Perhaps it's because I have changed my point of view a little. Now I don't ask myself what has happened of importance in my life but simply "What do you want to archive?" That way, I'm always going to have inspiration. In the story "Enough for All" in Las misteriosas noches de antaño I describe the pins that we used to impale insects: "The pins were wrapped in tissue paper and were black and some two inches long with round golden heads." Not long ago, to my surprise, I found the tissue paper and wrapped inside was the last pin that had survived for fifty-five years. "I wish I could have included a picture of the the tissue paper and the pin in the book!" I said to myself. I began to make planes for a new edition of the book in order to be able to add more photos. I also decided that the new book would have more photos and I said to myself: "Of course, I have to be careful not to overdo it.

I don't want to make a scrapbook."By the subtitle of this book, you can see that I have changed my mind. I no longer think there's anything wrong with scrapbooks.