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Nely Cab was born on December 9, 1974, in Matamoros, Tamaulipas, Mexico. She has lived and resided in a small, quiet South Texas town most of her life. Putting her Computer Accounting skills to use, Cab worked in banking for several years. In 2001, the author relocated to Monterrey, Nuevo Leon, Mexico, where she dedicated time to the study of culinary arts and the art of oil painting. After her return to the U.S., Nely resumed her employment in banking and later transitioned to the field of Social Work.
Today, Nely Cab writes from the comfort of her home, where she lives with her husband and son. Currently, the writer continues to work on her debut series "Creatura".
She Writes Again
By Nely Cab
I was about 10 years old when I told my mother I wanted to write. She persuaded me to write a story she often told me and to illustrate it as well. I set my No. 2 pencil to paper, took out my crayons and got to work.
My mother's story was quite unorthodox and had a tragic ending, but it managed to keep me away from the stove:
The main characters were a female ant and a male mouse that were married and lived in the hollow base of a tree. The ant went to the market one day and left her husband, the mouse, to watch over their dinner -- baked beans. The grey mouse, craving a taste of the beans in the pot, lifted the lid, fell in and died. Yes, I am sad to say that cute little rodent was boiled to death.
When I was done writing my childhood "magnum opus", or so I thought, I acquired the address to a well-known children's publisher from the interior of one of their storybooks. Neither my mother nor I knew that it was a must to be represented by an agent for an acclaimed publishing company to consider your work. I mailed it.
Several weeks later, my manuscript appeared in our mailbox along with a letter stating that the publisher would not consider un-agented manuscripts. I was thoroughly disappointed, to say the least.
That day, as I re-read the publisher's letter, I made a mental note: Write and publish a story before I die. That was item number two on my bucket list. Item number one was scratched off my list later that summer when I visited Disneyland for the very first time.
I don't remember being an avid reader as a child. I would fall asleep with opened books, somewhere between pages five and ten. At my elementary school, we were bribed with free pizza certificates for entering book-reading challenges. I chose the 20 page easy readers, which took me about a week to read through. I must say, I got a lot of sleep during elementary and free pizza every six weeks.
When I was a teenager I was reminded about writing again. My eighth grade English teacher assigned the class a descriptive paragraph due midway through class. We were to read it aloud to everyone and search for reactions.
My paragraph depicted my feet as they walked through fresh, grey, humid mud. I described how the smooth, dense substance seeped up between my toes and over the top of my feet. I received an "Ewww" from my classmates and an "A" from the teacher. I got an "A" in the class for the six week grading period in which we touched on imagery. I never again wrote.
In high school, I wasn't much of a writer, but I joined the Business Professionals of America and competed only once in proofreading and editing and word processing competitions. I won in proofreading and editing and was state alternate for word processing. Back then, I knew how to punctuate correctly and how to skip class without being caught.
After high school, I studied computer accounting. I worked at a bank for several years until I married and moved to Mexico. There, I took up culinary and art classes. After five years of residing in Monterrey, we moved back to the U.S., and I went back to work in banking then transitioned into Social Work. Two and a half years later, I resigned from my job, and I became a housewife again. It was great for the first three months, until I ran out of rooms to redecorate and crafts to create.
During the morning, I would sit and drink my coffee for about two hours trying to figure out what I was going to do with the rest of my day. I couldn't think of anywhere to go or anything do by myself in the small city in which I live that didn't involve eating. This is when I took up reading again. I was 34. Tsk, Tsk, shame on me.
In 2009, my sister – a conceited seventeen year-old high school senior, at the time -- pressured me into buying a movie and reading the book. She noted that the book was far better than the movie. Aren't they always?
I read the book series in a week. I don't remember feeding my husband or my son in the process, but somehow they survived. I was so consumed in the easy read that I shut down the world around me for seven days. Then, it dawned on me; if this author could write so simply and still hold the readers' attention, who was to say I couldn't do the same? I already had a story in mind. It involved a boy that I dreamt of through out my life. His name was David.
I sat in front of my computer for the next two days and wrote about ten pages, before I handed it to my sister to read. When she was done, she turned, looked at me and asked, "And then what happened?" That was a good question. I didn't know. I said, "Nothing. I just wanted to see what you thought of it." She said, "It's good. Finish it. I wanna know what happens next." Her words ignited a spark.
Everyday, for months, my sister pestered me about giving her new pages to read. I sat in front of my computer for a year, working on the story for her. Every other day, I would give her more material to read and criticize. When I was finished writing, the short story I had meant to write, had turned into a novel. Being the bossy little punk she is, my sister started to pressure me to find a way to publish the book. I took her advice and Creatura was released on June 15, 2011.
I should note that I thank my sister for being so pushy and demanding. Had it not been for her enthusiasm, I would have never had the inspiration to continue writing. In her, I found my prime moral support and the best muse the literary gods could have sent me.
"When seventeen year-old Isis Martin is having trouble sleeping due to perturbing dreams of a horrific growling beast, she decidesto confront her fear. But what Isis discovers is something other than a menacing entity.
The human-like creature offers Isis assurance that he is not a figmentof her imagination. Unwilling to accept his avowal, Isis sets his words to contest by asking the entity to prove himself - a dare, he readily welcomes.
It is in her dreams that Isis innocently stumbles upon the silent existence of the divine lineage of those that man has long forgotten.
In a quaint town, deep in south Texas, this story leads Isis onto the path of impermissible love and captivating life-changing truths. Isis Martin's journey is sure to leave any reader ravenous for more."
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And now, The Giveaways.
Thank you Nely for making this giveaway possible.
GRAND Prize - Book,T-shirt, Dog Tag, Nylon Bag, Bookmark & Pen
2nd Prize - Purse, lipgloss & pen
3rd Prize - Book Charm Bracelet & bookmark
4th Prize - Book Charm Necklace & bookmark
5th Prize - Poem from David, lipgloss & Pen
6th Prize - Cosmetic Bag, lipgloss & pen
7th Prize - Pencil Bag, Pen & Bookmark
8th Prize - Nylon Bag, Bookmark & Pen