Javier A. Robayo's Blog
March 1, 2021
Riding with a friend

Brian and I became friends when our daughters became besties. One of the nicest people I've ever met in Clint...
Published on March 01, 2021 17:24
June 30, 2020
Farewell to my Silent, Furry Friend

Published on June 30, 2020 15:51
February 22, 2020
The First Ever
The Gaze, a novel, Genre: Women's Lit
Samantha Kay Reddick is a survivor and survivors don't overcome their trials unscathed. Samantha bares deep scars within and without. Regret and grief, and the pain from memories of a man she once loved, are the demons she hopes to escape in a bottle of vodka as guilt, real and imagined, tortures her heart.
For more than ten years, the maelstrom of her life grants her peace only in the emotions committed on a piece of writing the boy who...<![endif]--><!--[if gte vml 1]></div>

Samantha Kay Reddick is a survivor and survivors don't overcome their trials unscathed. Samantha bares deep scars within and without. Regret and grief, and the pain from memories of a man she once loved, are the demons she hopes to escape in a bottle of vodka as guilt, real and imagined, tortures her heart.
For more than ten years, the maelstrom of her life grants her peace only in the emotions committed on a piece of writing the boy who...<![endif]--><!--[if gte vml 1]></div>
Published on February 22, 2020 10:42
February 20, 2020
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"Mom!" Emily's voice is sharp. "I just said I don't want to wear jeans. God!"
I stop at the top of the steps at the frustrated tone of Emily's voice. Two responses immediately come to my mind. One, I come down and backhand her mouth for taking that tone with Mom; two, I stay right where I am and curse her from a distance. Neither is a realistic option, except for rushing down and make sure a fight doesn't take place again.
When I reach the front door, the tears running down Mom's face are my...
Published on February 20, 2020 17:38
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"Mom!" Emily's voice is sharp. "I just said I don't want to wear jeans. God!"
I stop at the top of the steps at the frustrated tone of Emily's voice. Two responses immediately come to my mind. One, I come down and backhand her mouth for taking that tone with Mom; two, I stay right where I am and curse her from a distance. Neither is a realistic option, except for rushing down and make sure a fight doesn't take place again.
When I reach the front door, the tears running down Mom's face are...
Published on February 20, 2020 17:38
February 14, 2020
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"Sorry but, like, why is your sister so weird?" My best friend asks, her face a mask of concern that makes me uneasy.
"Steph, please." I didn't even bother to look up from the enthralling world of Junior Algebra. I've become used to my friends' opinions of my little sister to the point that I can't even be offended.
"Sorry."
I shrug.
"Does she really like that stuff?"
"Knowing Emily, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't even be into it." I tap the textbook. "C'mon, focus."
Stephanie shakes...
"Sorry but, like, why is your sister so weird?" My best friend asks, her face a mask of concern that makes me uneasy.
"Steph, please." I didn't even bother to look up from the enthralling world of Junior Algebra. I've become used to my friends' opinions of my little sister to the point that I can't even be offended.
"Sorry."
I shrug.
"Does she really like that stuff?"
"Knowing Emily, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't even be into it." I tap the textbook. "C'mon, focus."
Stephanie shakes...
Published on February 14, 2020 17:08
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"Sorry but, like, why is your sister so weird?" My best friend asks, her face a mask of concern that makes me uneasy.
"Steph, please." I didn't even bother to look up from the enthralling world of Junior Algebra. I've become used to my friends' opinions of my little sister to the point that I can't even be offended.
"Sorry."
I shrug.
"Does she really like that stuff?"
"Knowing Emily, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't even be into it." I tap the textbook. "C'mon, focus."
Stephanie...
"Sorry but, like, why is your sister so weird?" My best friend asks, her face a mask of concern that makes me uneasy.
"Steph, please." I didn't even bother to look up from the enthralling world of Junior Algebra. I've become used to my friends' opinions of my little sister to the point that I can't even be offended.
"Sorry."
I shrug.
"Does she really like that stuff?"
"Knowing Emily, if she really didn't like it, she wouldn't even be into it." I tap the textbook. "C'mon, focus."
Stephanie...
Published on February 14, 2020 17:08
February 9, 2020
5 Questions on :(:

1. Where do I get the book? - PA, NY, OH, RI, MA, Spain, Ecuador.
My apologies. :(: is a Live Book which means that you are getting the chapters one at a time as they are written on the blog. Very unconventional, but it does force me to stay committed to the...
Published on February 09, 2020 09:57
February 7, 2020
Intro
소개
intro
Emily ignores the sting in her eyes and the pain through her thighs. If anything, she welcomes the physical pain. It's a welcome distraction from other types.
Bright pink strands of hair shake like frayed flags in the wind as she moves to the beat.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight...
The drop builds up in a staccato of snare drums and sharp tones. Her teeth clench, brow furrows in fierce determination to conquer the upcoming movements.
One, kick right... Two, side step and pop... Three,...
intro
Emily ignores the sting in her eyes and the pain through her thighs. If anything, she welcomes the physical pain. It's a welcome distraction from other types.
Bright pink strands of hair shake like frayed flags in the wind as she moves to the beat.
Five... Six... Seven... Eight...
The drop builds up in a staccato of snare drums and sharp tones. Her teeth clench, brow furrows in fierce determination to conquer the upcoming movements.
One, kick right... Two, side step and pop... Three,...
Published on February 07, 2020 17:06
February 5, 2020
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Growing up, Brooke Amaya often heard people remark on just how different her little sister is.
Different in every way, from clothes to music and everything in between, none of those differences compare to the ones in their lives as teenagers.
At 17, Brooke is familiar with the ebbs and flows of puberty, hormones, and the typical teenage convoluted bundle of feelings notorious for healing and wounding with equal measure. However, she never felt, or witnessed the destructive emotional maelstrom...
Published on February 05, 2020 16:04