Great Novelist

He stared at the scenery that was passing by quickly on the bus. There are numerous publishers where this bus is headed. It is not just a publisher, it is a collection of dozens of printers and large book distributors. Constitution stores and book cafes are also located in several locations.

He got out of the car before the bus got there. I didn't have anything to do with the publisher today. It was because of a dinner appointment with my editor. Must have been around here somewhere.

After walking a little, I noticed a familiar street. As I go around the familiar path, there is a small Korean restaurant. And there was Park Nam-kyung who came out in front of him. Good to see you.

“Hello."

“I've never seen you before. You've come to the right place. ”

He raises his glasses across the back of his nose. A skilled editor who is responsible for many large writers in his mid-30s.

As the two of them went inside, I saw guests eating at the table. You walk past them into a room with a sliding door. As you close the door, you can feel the sound of the outside getting away. It was one of the reasons why Nam-Kyung prefers this restaurant.

“If we talk about it here, we won't get out of here. ”

“Yes. The restaurant and the walls are thick. ”

Having settled down, the waiter who came with me brought me the menu board. After ordering a simple meal, Nam-Kyung asked him.

“How are you these days? How well are you hiding your identity? ”

It was a bit of a prank question. He smiled and replied.

“There's nothing to hide and nothing to do. No one suspects anything. ”

“Haha, I was expecting something interesting. ”

“Then it's not like I have nothing to say. ”

“What?”

I urge you to speak up. It was a friendly attitude, but not burdensome. It was evidence that he was a good editor. Managing writers is an important task for editors. He is good at maintaining the right distance in dealing with people. He spoke comfortably about what happened at school.

It was another coincidence.

“I'm scared of kids these days. ”

When he finished with the words, "I grabbed my hair and fought," he said. His eyes, which looked beyond his glasses, were filled with interest.

“Did anything interesting happen to you? ”

“Do you want me to tell you about the overtime? ”

It also makes it sound like there isn't. The original editor is a nocturnal job, he said.

“I just got out of correcting the manuscript. ”

“Take your time. ”

“I hate typos. ”

He was strangely obsessed with misleading people. Editors tend to follow glamorous and ingenious ideas these days, so they are actually close to the planners. Otherwise, editors have a lot of work to do. The proofreading of the plaintiff was a trend to leave it to the subcontractors and put more and more energy into other matters.

Of course, there are publishers who think that calibration is essential for editors. Namgyeong is one of the publishers of the Nettle Tree, and within it is a distinct penis.

“Ideal for a book that is meticulous and impeccable. ”

It was a man who always said.

“But there's a typo. ”

Man makes mistakes, man makes books. It is inevitable that there will be a typo in the book. An essential course for editors was to suffer from excessive typography.

Nevertheless, Nam-Kyung insisted.

“So we have to do it until it doesn't come out. ”

As the author who left the manuscript to him, I was relieved.

“Well done.”

“Thanks to you, I'm an old man. ”

I owe him a small favor. He hates overtime, which is ideal for making a book that is meticulous and impeccable.

“Dinner's ready. ”

The door was open and the waiter put down the food. Along with various undertakers, Sundae soup soup from Australia and the South Gyeongsang Emperor were on the table. Something smells delicious. The two of them picked up the spoon.

“Delicious.”

“Right?"

After eating a mouthful of Sundae, he looked proud. He seems pleased that his regular shop was complimented.

While eating quietly, he remembered the story he had heard before.

“By the way, Hyun Lim was also in charge of the writer, right? ”

“Yeah, there was. ”

I remembered Nam-Kyung, who rolled his rice and bit it in the mouth of a big spoon. He said he was very nervous in the first place.

“Then why all the sudden? Were you a teacher's fan? ”

Maybe if you were a fan. He was a writer with unparalleled career and skills.

“I'm working on your work. I'm just asking because I remember. ”

“Writing?”

Surprisingly, Nam-Kyung asked. Then, he nodded as if he had been convinced, but his expression was suspicious.

“There's a lot of writers there. I see, you're the one who wrote Mr. Im Hyundo's book. ”

“But what's wrong with your face? ”

Nam-Kyung thought for a moment and said,

“I thought you and Im Hyundo might be the same class. ”

“What's that supposed to mean? ”

Nam-Kyung told me about the writer Im Hyun-do.

“Teacher, I think. He's very delicate and generous and kind but rude. ”

“That's a lot of expressivity. You can write.”

“I mean, the conclusion is admirable. ”

That's what he knows. Reading his book gives me a lot of respect.

What does it mean to put yourself in the same class as that person? If you are trying to praise yourself, you do not have this burden.

“But you're not. ”

“I see.”

That is fortunate and unfortunate.

“If there is one thing, Im Hyundo resembles you. ”

“What if I do?”

The silence grows longer. Meanwhile, he eats a mouthful of zucchini. It was soft and lumpy.

“I don't know.”

If you're going to do it, why did you say it? He muttered to himself.

“I can't pick it up and say it, but I feel the same. I can only describe it as an editor's hunch. ”

“It's a foam leak. You're a great editor. ”

“Thank you for that. ”

They talked about the decline in the middle-reading population or the closing of one of the publishers.

Every time, he felt the gaze of Nam-Kyung towards his hand. I thought I had some food on my hands, but I don't have anything.

“So the rejection of drama or cinematography still continues? ”

“Yes.”

He stopped chopsticks, which were pouring out the dishes, and said. It was during a phone call I had scheduled for today. There was a studio that wanted copyright. He refused at once. Because I already knew the result.

“Filming novels is hard. ”

“That's right, but publicly speaking, the publisher's got a knack for it. ”

“Don't you need a promotion for my book? It's already sold enough. ”

He said as if joking, but Nam-Kyung replied with a serious face.

“The company's greed is endless. We'll sell more when it sells. ”

Public relations. It wasn't that I didn't understand what he was saying. Promotion is of course an important component of selling goods. The publishing industry is no different. Rather, it has a greater power.

That's why we build close relationships with bookstore staff offline and align online with the grubby literary MD's criticism.

Exposure to books.

Fighting to display books where they were often exposed to people was everyday. There are times when I pay for a bookstore. The cost of each was a few tens to hundreds.

The same was true online. It was important to deal with MDs with absolute authority for exposure. It was a struggle to win the title 'MD's Recommendation Book’. It's a more prominent area than advertisements. You can't miss out on selling books. Therefore, there is a clear relationship between MD and the seller.

If the controversy of the storyteller is forgotten, it comes out in the same context. Once you put yourself in the best-selling category, your sales volume will increase along with your promotion.

There was a reason why Australia, who was well aware of the situation, refused imaging.

“We're not just filming the contents of the book. that if you make it a scenario, there's going to be cuts and omissions. I'm nervous about the interpretation of the work. ”

“That may be so. ”

“I'm sure he'll focus on relationships. ”

“I don't know. Why don't we meet up and talk about it? ”

Namkyung, who does not know that his story is an experience story, said. Nam-Kyung is the same as before.

We talked. We can talk about it. But it wasn't.

“At this point, my age is flawed. ”

At that time, he was the same age as the outside. 17 years old. Negotiations with everyday adults did not bring up conversations with 17-year-olds.

The studio was a famous company that produced several representative works. He was full of expectations. It was like a dream for actors to act on their writings.

However, the results did not meet expectations.

Eventually, traces of birds were named as examples of video failure. Nam-Kyung also rarely had a bitter look on his face.

“I don't want to make difficult arrangements. ”

Things are different now, but I didn't want to ask for anything. I would not be happy if I actively intervened in making the film and succeeded.

Well, if the director wants to make a movie out of a book called Bird's Trace with all his heart, Probably not.

“I'm sorry, but I'm not going to do it. ”

“It's your work, nothing to be sorry about. ”

Nam-Kyung took the glass of water to his mouth, saying, "If you say so." He must have suffered a lot between the publisher and Lord. He took the spoon to the last few things.

And the question that I had forgotten about the view of the following penis came to life.

“What did you put in my hand? ”

He smiled awkwardly, wondering if you noticed.

“It's a habit. It's a trade secret.”

“What is it? ”

Curiosity prompted him, and he lowered his voice.

“Watch the speed. ”

“Speed.”

Nam-Kyung said he reflectively examined his meal speed when dining with the writer. If you are interested in your own ideas or stories, your hands slow down. On the contrary, your hands are faster if you don't like it. The slight difference is to reduce the distance between the author and the editor.

“I learned it from you when I was a rookie. At first, I was busy eating, so I missed it, and now it's my day. ”

He once again thought about the proudly smiling penis. I was relieved as the author to leave the manuscript to him.

After that, he went back to the publisher. He shouted that he was working late again today.