A little anecdote about how I came up with the nothing original idea to combine literature and chess training; and how 13 summers later this idea became ChessForReal.com

Under Jersey's sun
A noon of august of the year 1998, sat down in the middle of a park in my home city, Havana, I had a “revelation”. No, nothing religious, I just defined what would be the happiness for me.
I remember it very well: I was sweating even for my fingernails, under the merciless sun of my summer, and surrounded by unused basketballs balls. There wasn’t a living creature at sight, because no one with brains goes to a park at that time, but I was following a “Summer Plan” written by my bosses, bureaucrats that for sure in those moments were enjoying a nice roof over their heads.
But I was in my world. I had in my hands “The art of analysis”, from Jan Timman, and “The Autumn of the Patriarch”, a novel from Gabriel Garcia Marquez; I was alternating them when the complexity of the book of the moment overwhelmed me, but I reached the point that I had to stop, not because I couldn’t do it more, but because I realized I had begun to digest easily these two difficult books.
The next day I quitted (anyways… what is a chess coach doing with basketball balls and under the sun?), and I started another one of my many lives.
And I was happy, sometimes.
13 years later my life haven’t changed to much, it seems.
I changed the cuban sun for the one in Sonora desert, which cracks my skin and my patience. But I have several lives to tell and thousands life mistakes to rectify, but this even matters? What it keeps me alive is the shadow of what I thought it could be my personal fountain of happiness, and when I remember, overwhelmed, that I’m not doing anything I wanted to do, I freak out trying to fix my two really bad scripts, continue word by word a novel that I can’t never finish (and hoping not as bad as my scripts), and stop the temptation to begin any other of the four really detailed ideas I already have anotated…
But for the reader that is reading, patiently, all my rant, also I have the thrill of this giant project, to help the comunity of serious lovers of this game that looks so much to life.
Thanks.
Keep Reading: What to expect from Chess For Real.
UPDATE: I DON’T LIVE IN PHOENIX, ARIZONA ANYMORE. CURRENTLY I LIVE AND WORK IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK. YOU CAN FIND ME AT 230 THOMPSON STREET, IN THE VILLAGE CHESS SHOP.

Blitzing outside the Chess Shop
The truth hurts. Some may not like your ideas. But heck, you tell it like it is. Remember, there was a book about true lies in chess? Just tell me the truth. Didn’t Lasker said lies and hypocrysies do not last long on the chess board. I really enjoy your stuff. Keep them coming.
It’s a funny comment, but I like it. Thanks.