I was born in the 70s —though I feel more millennial than Gen X— in Minatitlán, Veracruz, an oil city in the south of Mexico where I grew up among humidity, heat, and the deep green of the tropics. Sitting on the edge of the road, on a concrete barrier, I would watch cars, buses, and trailers rush by, imagining the places they were heading to and dreaming of the destinations I hoped to visit one day.
After finishing high school, I moved to Mexico City, which became my home for reasons I won’t detail here —though you might discover some of them hidden in my stories. Today I live between Mexico City, the Isthmus of Oaxaca, and anywhere the wind, an airplane, or a tank of gas may take me.
For many years I worked as an executive, refusing to admit that I wanted to write or even dare consider leaving the corporate world… until a trip to Scotland rearranged my priorities and changed my life.
About Zenaido: The Author
Now I try to bring onto the page the stories that live in my mind: pieces of experience, observation, and imagination shaped by the books I’ve read, the Mexican romance comics my mother used to buy, and afternoon “Telenovelas” and cartoons of my childhood. I write about men who fall in love with other men, who find each other again, who get tangled up, and sometimes save themselves—characters who, above all, never lose hope in a better future. Always with a cup of coffee beside me and melancholic music playing in the background.
Los Jueves al Alba (Thursdays at Dawn) is my first novel: a reflection of my own rebirth and of rediscovering myself after many years, written in the quiet hours before dawn and fueled by cravings for sweet bread dipped in coffee.
If I’m not wearing down my shoes in a city I’ve never visited before, you’ll probably find me writing, reading, coaching… and fighting the temptation to revisit earlier chapters.
