Home writing of my novel: first pages.

Sebastián, aspiring writer, wanders in a coffe about the job of writing and his book.

Every morning I go for a walk. It is a way of feeling that I am free, in this world democratically enslaved by mercantilism and money. I do not deny it, to tell you the truth, I accept it: at the end of the day (with their respective nights), I am a conditioned being. Is my destiny. Or is destiny my life?

Every morning I go for a walk. And in the evenings, I attend coffee to get drunk on its aroma and submit to the taste that the earth produces in the coffee plantations.

I introduce myself to coffee, in addition to the reasons already mentioned (written by me, omniscient narrator), in these sheets of white paper, with their strokes that, say those who know, are characters that represent a writing and then these convey ideas that They may even become part of a book worthy of publication: the very ones you might be reading now, an uncertain writer.

For an existential reason, speaking primitively, that is to say, to quell my hunger, money is scarce in me and in this place, as a habitual visitor I am offered the coffee that calms that appetite and spirit.

In addition, I present here to translate literary sketches, with the timid intention of building a novel, which is almost finished and is a great aesthetic and literary contribution. The downside is that publishers who have rejected it, argue that it is not possible to publish 500 blank sheets.

I hope you have enjoyed this reading and as I will say in each article, I genuinely expect your comments and votes. That gives me feedback. @randowhale