Great Novelist

There was a slight change in the failure to come back. By Moon's side, there was a huge blob of paper coming up to the height of his calf. The identity of the paper was the manuscript.

“You should write on the manuscript. It's a doorway. ”

Moon distributed the manuscript in front of each other. A paper with a red square. It's been a long time.

“Everyone knows how to write a manuscript, right? ”

“Pretty rough. ”

“Yes, I'm not sure how to write a quote, especially a quote. ”

They looked at the manuscript with unfamiliar eyes. Teacher Moon started explaining the manuscript, saying it shouldn't be difficult.

“Why is the first column empty at the beginning of each paragraph? ”

After a little excitement, Moon said the answer.

“Look good. ”

The children listened to Mr. Moon's explanation with a slightly ugly face.

“Writing exists to be read. When paragraphs change, the goal is to change the line or to catch a new line in the conversation. It's easy to read. It's hard to read with a stick together, so switch lines, clear a space. So, what do you do when the quote is long? ”

Seonhua thought for a moment and said carefully.

“Line up separately? ”

“Why?”

“It's easier to see. ”

“Correct.”

It's easy to understand like a nerd. Moon emphasized several times that writing exists for reading even when describing punctuation, Arabic numerals and punctuation.

He said that the manuscript is a beautiful piece of cake.

Seeing the children feeling the manuscript, Moon told them what to do from now on. Why we went to the library in the middle of the club and borrowed a book.

“Are you in the scrimmage? ”

“Desperate? I've heard it before, but I don't hear it often. ”

Spring said, the other children will be no different.

“What about copying? ”

“I've heard of it. Mainly when in trouble. ”

He smiled and said, imagining the time when he had been caught secretly writing.

“You're both saying the same thing. You will write the book you have chosen from now on. ”

“Copying?”

I didn't like the way it sounded when I was told to copy. It was because most of the warning phrases were, "Write the copy that we came in," and "Do not copy the homework," and "Do not copy others."

“Baron.”

“Yes?”

Mr. Moon suddenly called for Baron. Baron's answer is a little late. He would have been an unexpected summons as well.

“I paint sculptures when you paint. ”

“Yes.”

“What's wrong with that? ”

Baron doesn't look so good, but he answers anyway.

“You know, the impression, the points, the mass of the sphere. ”

I kept talking to him. Honestly, I draw because my teacher tells me to draw. Baron mutters to himself. Teacher Moon added to help Baron who is in trouble.

“It's not wrong, but it's not the answer I want. What's the ultimate goal? ”

Baron thinks, the ultimate goal.

“To draw well, of course. ”

The teacher who heard the answer he wanted to hear hung a satisfactory smile on his mouth.

“Yes. Everyone follows Agrifana Venus as if they had promised to become an artist. It's not just a statue. Keep drawing hundreds, thousands, of masterpieces left by great painters. It's a basic habit of being a painter. The same is true of writing.”

Ms. Moon took a moment to breathe and opened her mouth.

“A famous American writer said in a magazine interview, He wanted to know what it was like to write a novel. I copied my favorite author's book from start to finish. When I read it, I could see things I didn't know. ”

He understood what Moon was trying to say. In fact, the task of writing is to try it once if you are aspiring to be a novelist. This is done naturally. There are one or two authors who admire humans who want to become novelists, even if no one tells them to. When memorizing and reading the author's list of works is not enough, copying begins.

I want to write like him. Everything about this writer is coveted. I fell in love with his writing. This kind of mind makes hands move. To make his skills his own.

“Don't be in a hurry when writing a copy. We have to follow the writer's intentions. To do that, I copy every single punctuation. ”

“Yes.”

If you're a aspiring novelist, try it once. That's why Australia has never done a handwriting task. Having completed the first chapter as a debut piece, there was no time to be called a aspiring student.

He opened the book of his choosing. Im Hyun-ro's "mirror" begins with a speaker who reflects on his life. He's over sixty years old. Stubborn and stubborn. He declares that he will not be going on a family trip for long. Eventually, his wife and children leave him alone and go on a journey.

The remaining speaker spends a lot of time feeling and is interested in the children living next door. They were three brothers. I always played near his house. Older people spend time listening to their conversations. Soon, the eldest of the three brothers will be abandoned. The old man thought it was the right thing to do. I felt better, and a phone call came in. It was news of the death of family members on the road.

At the end, the old man looks in the mirror and finishes his story.

Looking around, Moon suddenly left his seat and fell in love with Reading Triangle, not just a few. Sunhwa and Spring were working very hard.

I slowly copied the contents of the book. This is the scene of leaving the family and declaring the old man to be alone.

At this point, the old man helplessly recalls his life, even though the death of his family is not yet known. The atmosphere itself is perilous. Quiet and lonely. This novel feels like this from beginning to end.

I became depressed for no reason while following. Unlike when I read the extreme emotions in this silence, I came directly. It's blatant. It's uncomfortable.

I put down the pen for a moment. I took a breath and asked Baron, who was drawing something.

“What are you drawing, Baron? ”

“Illustration.”

He replied briefly. I looked closely and saw the printed pictures. He gives a sneaky look and holds a spatula in one hand. Maybe it was a playbook. There was also a picture of a freckle girl in a dress and a child drooling on her nose.

It was an illustration that entered the middle of a novel.

Different genres, but Baron seems to be writing on them as well. Hearing the conversation, Seogwang, who was interested, reached out his head. While looking at the paintings, I asked him.

“Since when did you learn art? ”

“Ever since I was a kid. I went to art school instead of kindergarten. ”

“I've learned a long time. ”

Baron shrugs without a word. Somehow, I didn't talk to him any more about his distance than before. It was the same with Seogwang, who knew how to hit and fall. It was just as I was getting tired of the eyes of Sunflower staring at the men who were talking. After that, I was filled with the sound of pen and paper friction.

Just after finishing the seven-page task, a bell rang to announce the end of the group.

And the next day, spring followed by propaganda to persuade Baron. Unlike Sunhwa, it was a discreet act.

“So, it's a bribe? ”

“Not a bribe, just a bribe. ”

“Wouldn't it be better if I handed it over myself? It won't work if you don't know who gave it to you. ”

“I'll give it to you myself, so... ”

It was a spring that could not speak between Sunhwa and Seogwang. She went to school early in the morning and left the bag in Baron's seat in the second grade classroom where no one was. It is filled with sweets that Barron had eaten. When did I see you eat sweets again? I was amazed.

“So now we just have to ask Baron to come crashing in for chips? I will accept the value of sweets in one letter. ”

“What?"

It was a spring that was frightened by what he said.

“What are you so surprised about? You're giving me cookies for the writing, right? ”

“I know, but I'm not sure I can say it out loud. ”

“Do it like a sunflower. Nothing to see. ”

“Can't anyone see anything? ”

“That's even worse. ”

Acting strongly in the appearance of propaganda refusal. She eventually left a snack without making any demands and revealing her name. The best part of spring was that, even though I was frustrated by what you said about Hong Gil-dong.

Seogwang shakes his head as if he had no choice.

“Fine. I'll tell you what I'm doing. ”

“Huh?"

Maybe Seogwang-do has something ready. Shenzhen asked.

“What are you going to do? ”

“Don't be surprised to hear that. ”

He was already steamed by his confident attitude. I made fun of the mouth without giving in to the lazy crowd's reactions.

“In order to get what you want from your opponent, you have to get what they want from you. ”

“Who knows? ”

That's why spring also secretly brought sweets.

“Then there's only one problem here. What do you want? ”

“Sweets?”

When Spring spoke softly, he looked exaggerated and said that he was sorry.

“I like sweets. But I have something sweeter in my hand than a cookie. ”

“What? Chocolate? ”

Seonhwa replied blankly. The horse seems to be getting longer. He pulls the book out of his bag. A mirror borrowed for desperation. I thought I should read it again while writing.

“I've got a clue as to who the writer is by chance. ”

His hands stopped.

“Really?"

“Where did you get it? I don't want to rush it.”

I don't think I'm the accidental writer that Seogwang is talking about. I put the book down slowly. Unlike the calm and relaxed behavior, my mind was busy.

Coincidence. Identity. A clue. No contact from the South African Peninsula.

“Whoa, take it easy. ”

“You read the book, too? ”

“I saw it with my own eyes. ”

I saw it myself. The book that Baron brought to the club the first day was traces of birds. When I saw the book, I remembered Seogwang who was making a face like he was running right now.

“But how do you know he's a fan of accidental writers? It's not enough to justify reading a book. ”

That's true. I agree with myself. I'm not sure Baron's even interested in the author since he read the book. Seongwang kicked his tongue as if to laugh at him.

“As long as I've read that book, I don't care about coincidence. ”

“Just because you're a fan doesn't mean everyone else is. ”

“Who's a fan? I said I care. Imagine you picked up 100 million on the way. Don't you care about the owner of the money? You're not happy because the amount is too big, are you? You're gonna be up all night thinking about it, aren't you? Bird tracks are like that, too. ”

“What nonsense. Like books and money? ”

“Are you complaining about my metaphor? ”

Spring opened its mouth as the story flowed into the mountains. I wondered what information he had on the accidental writer.

“Seogwang, did you discover the identity of the writer by any chance? ”

“Yes, that's the most important thing. ”

Seogwang clears his throat and lowers his voice sharply. A secret atmosphere was formed that no one should listen. And he took the paper out of his arms.

“I found something interesting on a blog. ”

“Look.”

Wherever I received the paper, I read the letter faster than anyone else. The first thing that stood out was the title. ‘Uncover the writer's coincidence. ’

It was a pretty provocative phrase.