Ilda Delgado

Creative Writer... with a furious fever for storytelling

United States

I've always been great at writing the unknown. So I made it my job.

WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING

I didn't know I wanted to write for a living. I struggled to read and write, yet my imagination was wild, so I recited stories. As I grew up, I improved in my writing, and it went from being my nemesis to my frenemy to my passion.

As a graduate of the University of California, San Diego, and a growing young professional, I have experience in storytelling and detailed proofreading. I have worked as a creative writing intern.

WHAT I DO FOR FUN

When I am not at work, I love supporting family, friends, and my community with their creative endeavors. I am a big fan of art and love to discover art shows, museums, and galleries. Even though I am a Los Angeles native, I love to explore places I have never been to, like night markets, beaches, hiking trails, etc. If I am not out adventuring, I am mostly likely catching up on some WEBTOONS.

Portfolio
Personal Essay
THERE ARE NO MORE LOLLIPOP DAYS

Kat stares at the ceiling with a neon blue galaxy reflecting from the rotating music/ LED light box. She closes her eyes in an attempt to take a nap but fails. It’s been days since she properly slept a night; every time Kat closes her eyes, she has the same dream.

Personal Essay
Dark Stormy Night Prayers

Some believe death is black and empty. Others think it is heaven or hell. Or is it a rebirth for a new beginning of life?

Personal Essay
Broken Plate

“Mom!” “MOM!” I winced and put both palms over my ears, trying to drown out the kids' high-pitch bickering. Then, finally, I leaned forward, rested my forehead on the silver bowl, and watched the water circle down the drain as the water slowly disappeared into the black hole.

Personal Essay
Blue Melodrama

Blue, Blue is my first name, Blue is my middle name, Blue is my last name, Blue blinds my sight.

Personal Essay
An Earnest, Disturbed Tranquility

Dios te salve, Maria… En la hora de crecimientos de fe, the warm sweet scent of champurrado leaked from the kitchen, traveling like a swarm of bees from nostril to nostril to the hush whispers.