¡Hola! ¿Qué tal?
I’m Arvyn Cerézo, and I’m a freelance writer/journalist. Well, not really specifically writer/journalist since I also do stuff like e-book conversion, audiobook production, book design, and a little bit of web development.
This is my personal website/blog/résumé wherein I showcase my life’s work. Most of the projects listed on this site are mostly from my previous job as a publisher for a local trade book publishing company.
This space on the web is also where I write about the things that matter to me and I am knowledgeable of—local and international book publishing industry, book reviews aggregated from magazines I work for, technology, and of course myself. So, if you like what you’re seeing (wink! wink!), don’t hesitate to contact me to work on a project or syndicate my blog posts to your publications. You’ll probably see a bit of Spanish words thrown here and there but please don’t accuse me of cultural appropriation (kidding!) because I’m Hispanic-influenced.
I love reading a lot when I’m not working. My favorite genres are literary fiction, classics, poetry, and biographies and memoirs. I also religiously study Spanish—like every day. I hate downtimes and so, I want to keep my mind active and engaged as possible.
I also write poetry once in a while. I want to become a successful poet someday. That’s why in 2017, I self-published my very own poetry collection. I’m not there yet, but I’m trying.
Don’t forget to reach out if you have a need of me!
¡Gracias! ¡Hasta prónto!
Dystopia and Derelict Dreams: Poems unashamedly bares the negative side of human beings, ruminates the search for love in times of harrowing loss, and tells the tale of finding oneself in life in the midst of it all.
A book of introspective reflection, of postmodern swaggering braggadocio and emotional openness, this poetry collection also tackles an important phase of being human—finding oneself after losing the sense of self-identity. Just like how we lose ourselves every time we give ourselves to someone else and like how we lose ourselves every time we go astray, round and round and never-ending, finding the terra incognita. “I am lost, and I don’t know how to come back,” the poet writes. Drawing from his experiences of terrible loss at a young age, Cerézo’s confessional poetry collection is absolutely dismal. Poignant, solemn, but—right.
All opinions and content on this site are my own personal views, and in no way reflect the views of Anvil Publishing and its associated companies/imprints nor AudioFile Magazine, Book Riot, and Publishers Weekly.