Great Novelist

Today was a good day to walk lightly.

I passed in front of the playground where the children were playing and entered the sunny walkway. The two of them moved quietly. I heard the children's thin, light voices from a distance.

“I like the breeze. ”

Butterflies tell me she feels good about a long walk. Being with this young writer made me feel like time is running slow. It was probably due to the unique and reassuring atmosphere he was surrounding.

At the end of the trail, the botanical garden came out.

“Shall we go see the Botanical Gardens? ”

“Yes.”

Butterflies agreed once to Australia's proposal. If you ask me to come see you, I'll go. As I went inside, something smelled like soil unique to the Botanical Garden entered my nose. It was moist as if it was full of plant breath.

The path is split on both sides. First of all, I walked the path to the left. There were various tall trees, and there were middle-shaped bird sculptures. Palm trees, bananas, and trees boast enormous leaves.

Knock.

Drops of water fall from above. Butterflies thought that this quiet and serene space would make a good match for an accidental writer. The two of them walked quietly.

In the middle, there is a place that is decorated like a pond. A large carp was swimming. After crossing there, this time, a flower garden came out. Red, orange, white. Flowers of color are spread out. They paused there for a moment.

“Beautiful.”

"She's in an office posture," he said. "She didn't speak out of her mouth." He is a person who can tell by looking pretty and saying pretty. It was easy but difficult. The butterfly smiles slightly and replies.

“Yes, it's beautiful. ”

Where flowers are, there are bees. I sat on this flower with my wings bent and sat on that flower and was busy sucking on the honey. My chubby body was quite cute.

“Do you read a lot? ”

It was a bit of a surprise, he asked. Most people think reading is a hobby when they say they are a publishing agent. I don't ask questions. And that wasn't entirely wrong. Basically, you have to read the book you're going to introduce yourself to get started.

“My brother, the editor, said that since he became an editor, he had less time to read the books that he wanted. I was thinking the agency might. ”

“Oh, that's right. I read more books than I want to read. ”

Do more than you want to do. Butterflies thought, "So is life."

“Is it fun to read under duress? ”

“Well, I don't know. Just because you need to read, doesn't mean you have to read. ”

Butterflies get a lot of information about writers and books. I read works that interest me. Then I like to meet this writer naturally. I also read all the other works of authorship. Then, choose the work that is most suitable for overseas exports, arrange it in an orderly fashion, and email and introduce it to overseas agents. Therefore, forcibly, the expression is not correct. Because you love this job.

“I see.”

The butterfly adds to his answer.

“In addition, when I read it, I sometimes get confused about whether I'm doing work, virtue, or hobby. when books were so much fun. So did your book. I was late for a meeting because I didn't know how much time I was going to have. ”

Thinking about it, she always arrived before the appointment. It was a compliment that such a person was almost late for the meeting. I thought I heard a slightly different word in the middle.

“You look familiar with adults. Did you live with your grandparents? ”

“Yeah, well. ”

He said with a slight exasperation. Maybe it's because he was a terrible adult that he wasn't awkward with being an adult. Of course I can't say.

“I'm still awkward. Agents overseas are full of old veterans and agents. They all have age-appropriate experiences and weights. You really admire it when you watch. Those who quietly take his book to countries next to the writers who represent the country are cool and shiny. ”

“It's too much to deal with. ”

“It's enormous. The years have been different. We've had this job relatively recently. ”

Obviously, the number of real agents was not that great with his Imp Agency. About a dozen. It was a well-known company.

Said the butterfly, pausing and straightening his shoulders.

“So I'm going to work hard. I wish I could be a grandmother like them, but I still want to do this. It's going to be published all over the world. ”

It was a butterfly's old dream. Doing this at an old age. This was the first time I told my writer about the dream. I was genuinely secretly thinking about others. Why did he come out of nowhere? Even though it's hard to talk about monopoly in an atmosphere like this.

I think I can sell his books hard, even if it's not exclusive.

I felt that way. It may be impulsive. Reasonably, it was right to demand exclusivity. Because you're a profiteering society.

A butterfly rises from the yellow flower. A butterfly with white wings. As the butterfly lands, the petals wiggle slightly. The butterfly moves its wings hard toward the other flower.

The butterfly closes its eyes. I gave up. I didn't want to force it out of here. I didn't want to ruin this feeling. Just by having this conversation with the writer, she was satisfied.

Then the wind blew. I didn't know where it was coming from. In the meantime, you hear the voice of Lord.

“I would like you to manage my book exclusively. ”

I can feel her looking this way. "Yes?" she asked. He smiled and said.

“I'll leave my book to you. ”

I haven't spoken in a while. My eyes widen and my mouth widens. I remember my face and my eyes flutter. Butterflies said with a big smile.

“Yes, sir. ”

The butterfly steps off the plane and turns its base. Long flights have always exhausted me. However, the butterfly's mouth does not think about coming down. When I think of the words of a writer, I also feel the strength that I did not have.

That relaxation, that push-and-pull technology. It was a pretty big girl.

“Khh.”

A butterfly in a taxi twisted its head with both hands. I will never forget the conversation I had while looking at the flower garden. His words came as soon as I put it all down. Voices.

“You're crazy. ”

I was excited about the growth of young writers. I really hoped that butterflies would grow up to be great doors. Then more than a third of his salary was willing to invest in him. You have to buy all the books.

“Phew, calm down. ”

The butterfly catches his breath when the taxi driver looks at him strangely. Let's calm down.

“We've finally arrived. ”

Butterflies unpacked the hotel. It was time for an appointment with Molly shortly after. I put the pack on my face first. Enjoy your makeup.

She gives you a lot of strength. After talking to him, I bought the perfume immediately. To give an intellectual image, I tied my head tightly and applied my lips in nude light. The woman in the mirror takes an enchanting position.

“Yes, I like it today. ”

Finally, I sprinkled my perfume and headed to a nearby Italian restaurant where I had promised to have dinner. It was often a place where Molly and I ate together. Again, I decided to go there. People were already occupying several tables.

Among them, a white-haired gentleman caught the eye at once.

“Emily.”

“Molly.”

They greeted each other with a greeting. I made salads, lasagna and pasta and ordered a light bottle of wine. The two people who opened their mouths, questioning each other, raised the mood.

“You know the coin writer is making a new one this time, right? ”

“Of course. How many fans are there in the country? I'm preparing an offer right away. ”

Butterflies drench their necks with water.

“Then again, the coin writer debuted early. ”

I kept counting the timing. Butterflies whisper of coincidence. Fortunately, I actively accepted the topic. He is also a guide, but he is interested in young writers.

You must do well from now on.

“Traces of birds are fascinating. He speaks in a kind and powerful tone. Given the age of the author, it will come as a fresh shock. ”

“Resection. Hard to imagine. ”

“Right?"

The butterfly narrates the book and graciously unravels hints from his conversation with him.

“I've met him three times now. ”

Butterflies told the truth. This veteran agent was no match for inflation and exaggeration.

“I was really surprised, because I showed her an attitude that 16 years old could never have imagined. There was dialogue, there was depth in literature. You know, if you read a book, his writings are childish and pure. But the parties were incredibly calm, even in adulthood. ”

“Emily rarely talks like this. I'm interested."

Molly takes the wine to her mouth and says, We made a gap in the conversation to speed things up a little. But his eyes sparkled sharply. He was still interested in Korean literature. This was an opportunity.

Butterflies blurted and said.

“To be honest, I wanted to have a slight advantage in my relationship with a writer, and I was underestimating the idea of being 16. I wanted to capture his work in one fell swoop. ”

“One of the most common mistakes agents make. What happened?”

“Yes. When I came to my senses, I was being dragged away. I refused my recommendation at first. When you request a conversation, you're more than welcome to accept it. When I took it out and looked at it, I didn't show him a single crack, and when I almost gave up, he offered me a proposition first. So I'm very motivated right now. ”

“Oh.”

Molly sounds surprised. We need to push now.

“I never thought this writer would end up with just one piece. We had a lot of conversations for three days, and we knew that he was taking literature very seriously. ”

Molly listens to her.