Sebastián is creating a Novel.
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Hey there,

Here is the deal, after four years of training to become an author, I have run out of money. There is little I can do to continue writing, now that my priorities have shifted drastically. The obvious solution it's to stop, go back to my days as a web developer, working alongside designer and developers to provide the best websites we could create. Zitux—the name of my company—was my baby and I loved it, but it had to end. However, I willing to reopen its doors and get back to basics.

I can't say closing Zitux wasn't a selfish idea. It was all to chase a dream, but the dream was never mine. Back when I was in college, math was the only subject that called my attention, making everything else meaningless. I was good at it and I liked it, but Professor Nixon was there to change it all, with his relaxed style of teaching, English composition was the subject, and I had to take the curse.

Little did I know, in his classroom my life was about to change. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, he came to me after class, asked about my essay and how did I came with the idea. I talked about the book—Why Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?—I made up a story about a future self who was able to travel in time, but was only given the opportunity to send one object, and the book became that object. The essay was proof of that argument. Then he told me that I could become an author and that he was willing to help me get published.

Since then I dreamed of becoming an author. But, how can a dyslexic who couldn't tell the difference between a 'b' and a 'd' can become a writer? The idea was disregarded every time it came up, I kept it in the back of my head, and became the first sale representative of Zitux. We were located in Ecuador and our clients in the US, I was the person for the job, and the company needed a bilingual developer.

Working as a developer was hard, at the begin, but with time became just another game. Meanwhile, my love for writing grew with every email, until I was forced to leave to company. It's been four years since then, and they have been filled with daily training, looking for masters who can teach me the craft, writing until there are no more ideas in my head, and enduring the ride I had to take. Until today. I'm all out of options. All the money I saved is gone, and there's only one way to get back to my feet

I have made up my mind. There's no reason for life to take writing away from me, but I'm willing to accept it and find a real job. Maybe there's a lesson I need to learn. Therefore, here I'm reaching out to the world in hope that someone is listening.

Please help me finish this novel, I just need more time.
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Hey there,

Here is the deal, after four years of training to become an author, I have run out of money. There is little I can do to continue writing, now that my priorities have shifted drastically. The obvious solution it's to stop, go back to my days as a web developer, working alongside designer and developers to provide the best websites we could create. Zitux—the name of my company—was my baby and I loved it, but it had to end. However, I willing to reopen its doors and get back to basics.

I can't say closing Zitux wasn't a selfish idea. It was all to chase a dream, but the dream was never mine. Back when I was in college, math was the only subject that called my attention, making everything else meaningless. I was good at it and I liked it, but Professor Nixon was there to change it all, with his relaxed style of teaching, English composition was the subject, and I had to take the curse.

Little did I know, in his classroom my life was about to change. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, he came to me after class, asked about my essay and how did I came with the idea. I talked about the book—Why Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?—I made up a story about a future self who was able to travel in time, but was only given the opportunity to send one object, and the book became that object. The essay was proof of that argument. Then he told me that I could become an author and that he was willing to help me get published.

Since then I dreamed of becoming an author. But, how can a dyslexic who couldn't tell the difference between a 'b' and a 'd' can become a writer? The idea was disregarded every time it came up, I kept it in the back of my head, and became the first sale representative of Zitux. We were located in Ecuador and our clients in the US, I was the person for the job, and the company needed a bilingual developer.

Working as a developer was hard, at the begin, but with time became just another game. Meanwhile, my love for writing grew with every email, until I was forced to leave to company. It's been four years since then, and they have been filled with daily training, looking for masters who can teach me the craft, writing until there are no more ideas in my head, and enduring the ride I had to take. Until today. I'm all out of options. All the money I saved is gone, and there's only one way to get back to my feet

I have made up my mind. There's no reason for life to take writing away from me, but I'm willing to accept it and find a real job. Maybe there's a lesson I need to learn. Therefore, here I'm reaching out to the world in hope that someone is listening.

Please help me finish this novel, I just need more time.

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Access to all of my previews creations, published in the past four years. And the great feeling of knowing your are support me.