Look and Listen

Biography

Estevan Vega is the second of four sons and was raised in Connecticut. His path to publication began seven years ago. While in elementary school, he wrote short stories for class, and to his surprise, did rather well. His love and discipline for fiction launched his desire to become a fulltime writer. When he was fifteen he published Servant of the Realm, his first novel. After several interviews with local newspapers and speaking engagements, along with book signing events, Estevan soon realized this fate to become a writer. Soon after the release of his first novel, he had completed the initial draft of what would soon become his second work. In August of 2007, The Sacred Sin was published. Estevan’s fascination and appreciation for great writers and filmmakers fueled an enthusiasm to write about what mattered most to him: humanity. His gift for vivid description, articulate dialogue and moving action, illuminate and leave the reader breathless. In his novels, he explores the realm between supernatural and the world we live in. During his journeys to Jamaica, Bermuda Spain, Italy and France, Estevan learned first hand about folk-lore, tradition, politics and superstition. All aspects of reality that may undoubtly set the stage for his next published work. When Estevan was only seventeen his mother left his family. Shortly thereafter, he found himself faced with the challenges of helping his father care for his younger brothers. This event, though painful and life-changing, drove him even deeper into the recesses of his mind as he sought to develop realistic characters who displayed superhuman fortitude, all the while confronting the reality of human frailty. As he begins yet another novel, Estevan’s desire to introduce the possible pitfall of poor decisions is tempered with a willingness to show the benefits of proper responses during the most challenging times. Estevan is a freshman at Roger Williams University and is undergoing studies in creative writing.

Inspiration

I suppose writers always have some twisted thing by which people remember them. For Edgar Allen Poe, it was his drunkenness(this appears to be a vice for many gifted members of the craft), for Stephen King, it was his walk-out father and fascination for what many people today would refer to as pulpy sci-fi flicks. I guess my story also falls into some generic category by someone's standards. While I am still fused together with youth, adulthood seems like a dark path not fit for my footsteps. I say this because when I was 17, my mother abandoned my family, abandoned me. Although she still views herself as a true mom, still gets me cards stuffed with gift certificates to places she knows I don't frequent and cheap peace offerings, the hurt still dwells inside me, a sting which seems only silenced by the liberation words grant me. Over the last two years I have been forced to grow up dramatically, acted as a second set of hands to raise my two younger brothers, as well as make it through senior year of high school, enter college, publish my second novel and begin work on my third and most personal endeavor yet. But I would be considered irreverent if I didn't pay homage to other contributions to my writing other than pain. I have traveled to the Caribbean, ventured through Europe and gotten lost in Canada. But I'm thankful for all of it. The light and the darkness. Writers, like all people, also face beauty in life, regardless of whether or not it comes from a kiss, a sunset, a film, a book or a song. That is why being a writer is such a privilege, because those are our words printed on those pages, our hopes and dreams, our failures, our secrets. Writing also allows us to see the world through different eyes, perhaps the way our creator sees the world, but it does not negate the fact we often use our own fragile lenses. Either way, we have a story to tell. And we can only hope the audience will be there waiting to here how it ends.