Great Novelist

“Are you hungry? Do you want me to make you a noodle?”

“No, I've eaten. ”

“Then let's have dinner. ”

He gestures to sit with his hands raised on the chair and then goes out. Not long ago, I brought some cold coffee.

“You read it well. ”

That's how he opened his mouth. I looked at myself with interested eyes.

“This is what it looks like. ”

Soon after that, Dongil stabbed him in the side. He was impressed with the technique that went quite deeply. It's a clean shot.

“You have no manners. I'm trying to keep my mouth shut. A man over 30. ”

The clerk didn't answer anything. I looked busy shaking my side. In his view, both of you

It was there.

I turned my gaze to the window in the library. Beyond that, the courtyard that I saw when I came in was opened to the front.

It was an eye-catching landscape.

“Indeed, you enjoy the scenery without panic in this situation. It's unusual. ”

“Are you feeling better now? ”

“No problem.”

The West looked at Comrade Jung for a moment and asked.

“I heard. Your real name is Space Shuttle. What should I call you?”

“Your real name, please. ”

I made a circle by hand, saying that I received it. I felt good.

“I've heard from Mr. Butterfly. As soon as you make your debut, you'll be out of the country. ”

“I don't know yet. It's preparation.”

“If you translate it well, it will work. ”

“I hope so. ”

His book responded well to the American market. He recalled his work. The word that came to mind immediately was growth.

All of the characters written by the author are stereoscopic. I have to say, it feels a lot like German literature.

He likes to write an article where the reader can empathize with the protagonist.

“What did you use bird tracks for? At home? Because you're a student, too? ”

He seems to be interested in himself. Well, if you're not curious, it was an honor to have an active writer curious about you until 30 years later.

“I used it at home. I used it at school. I'm not covering the place. ”

I don't know what I'm feeling, but if I wanted to, I could lay on the pavement and use it.

I muttered to myself.

“Since when do you like writing? ”

“I don't know.”

“Quite a bit, isn't it? Until the results come back. ”

The west asked quietly. For a moment, he thought about the meaning of "a lot." And I replied slowly.

“No.”

“Huh?"

“I didn't use it much. It's the first one I've done. I didn't want to be a writer at the time. I almost provoked him into a contest. ”

“Impulse.”

The clerk said small.

He took a sip of coffee.

For example, when people are angry, they take action to resolve it. I scream, kick things, or listen to music.

He wrote. It was a habit. The writing as a furnace was always a mess, so I never heard it again.

But novels are different. It should not be. This is a process of retreat. Fix it and make up a story. You have to look around to complete the dislike. That was what I meant by rational writing.

Traces of birds.

It was an impulse. It was a small impulse to relieve anxiety and fear. Thinking about emotion and reason is also close to emotion.

I can write better. Can be made more sophisticated.

He said to the west, looking at it as if observing.

“So I'm not satisfied. ”

He nods slowly. And he added:

“You really are a writer. ”

It was an acknowledgment.

That's what a lot of writing means to a writer. Moon said, if you write a lot, the writing grows naturally. That's what I said in class. It was a class listened to by people who are not writers. Like he just said.

People who are writers write too much just to count the letters.

He was just talking about himself. Whether this is a coincidence or not.

I wasn't angry. That's not entirely wrong. It was a coincidence in my past life. Due to the fluctuations, the only success was seen as a coincidence. The accidental success of young writers. Coincidence. Coincidence.

This time it will be different.

He smiled and said.

“Do you think he did it? ”

“You're coming out of here hard. Sorry, sorry. ”

He apologized and scratched the back of his head. He shakes his hand to say it's okay.

“You really are two writers. ”

He recalled the pool table in the living room and the list he clearly liked earlier.

A key component of a novel is an event. Dig up, analyze, and reconstruct events that exist between people and things. Writers who had to write in pursuit of their individual lives had to take care of everything in the world. A stone thrown into the peaceful everyday life rushes in and picks up, touches, and carves. Then you'll get a wound on your hand and blister. It wasn't weird to be popping out of one place.

“I'm confused about the compliment. ”

Suddenly, the suspicious man clapped his hands. Mate, the sound goes into the hole and rings a little.

“Is it true that you refused the film proposal? You said it was a very famous director's request. ”

“Where did you hear that sound? ”

“It's already been said. Is the floor a little narrow? ”

I ask you a very bold question. He answered as he was, because it was neither a secret nor a difficult question.

“Yes, it's true. ”

As I had already discussed with Nam-Kyung, all offers were rejected. Among them were renowned directors and fairly large studios.

The clerk asked.

“Why did you refuse? We'll sell more books. Don't you love celebrities? Especially now that it's in the video age. Oh, you don't want things to change? ”

He chose a horse for a moment. We already know what the outcome is. You made a mess of it, "I can't say.

So he brought out another reason in his mind.

“I know, but I don't want to make difficult arrangements. If it's a movie, I'll leave it all to you. I'm not going to put any strings on turning my article into a video. It doesn't matter if you change the title. ”

I'm not happy that the content has changed, but there are no right answers in the book. It changes shape according to the reader's interpretation and emotion. So it was okay for one of the readers to do whatever he wanted, and it was okay for the actor to interpret it.

But...

“Then I really need to be filming. The book is already selling well, and there are no celebrities that I really like. ”

“But if you succeed, it will explode? ”

“Big greed brings anger. ”

Looking at his reaction, he lowered his head to the side. It was a curious expression.

“I don't feel like I'm expecting any success. Why do you think you know you're going to fail? ”

He replied casually.

“I don't feel good. I have a pretty good feeling about this. ”

“A hunch.”

I can't ignore it, "he replied.

“Well, you don't know the future. Maybe I'll change my mind. ”

“People don't change that easily. ”

“But it changes people's minds. ”

I had a cup of sweet and strong coffee, and a dove came into my yard.

I walked the courtyard like a house. A dove walking back and forth around his neck was proudly looking at flowers with a backpack.

I found a pigeon in the middle of the street and asked.

“Aren't you scared? ”

It was full of laughter. It was because there was a fictional person who reminded me of being afraid of birds.

“I'm not a kite. ”

“There's been a lot of rumors about you being a real avian phobia. ”

“I heard that too. ”

“Did you hear that? Why don't you look for your own name? ”

“No, a friend. ”

“Friend. Right. ”

The west man stops there, puts his hands in his pockets and rumbles. Comrade Gil opened his mouth when he saw such a heartbeat.

“If you're going to feed me, stop. ”

“He's got to live with himself. ”

“You don't see that chubby body? ”

Despite what he said on the way, he turned his back on his pocket and wiped his hands with a sad face. He had nothing to offer the pigeons in his water.

There were no sweets in his house. The hand that opened the window came down empty.

After seeing him, he opened his mouth.

“I heard it's coming out this time. ”

“Yes. I'll come out. ”

“It's been five years. I was waiting for you. ”

“That's an honor. ”

The eyes of the West were facing out the window.

“A cat.”

He reaches out and says. He felt like he didn't want to speak at the moment. But there was no look on his face at all. He was just taken away by a cat who really came out of nowhere. His hair shifts badly.

He followed his hand to see the cat. Definitely cute. A really small kitten sticks its face out through the crack in the gate. The kitten bursts into elongated tears with a distorted voice.

It feels like there are lots of animals in the neighborhood. Pigeons followed by cats. Does it feel that way because there are no people?

The three authors briefly observed the cat. The kitten pushes hard to enter the owner's yard. I keep crying and measuring if I don't like it.

“Cute.”

Along the way, you nod quietly. A black cat rises from the wall. I was drawn to the sound of a baby's cry. You glance at us for a moment, but you see us motionless and turn your head. He would have judged that he was unwilling to attack.

He slowly approaches the kitten. And I lay down in front of him and watched him do what he did. The calf cries pitifully, but he does not move.

“Do you think fiction is a lie? ”

It was a question of the West. He answered at once.

“Yes.”

I could feel his gaze. I looked at him, not only in the middle of the street, but in the middle of the street.

“Do you think your writing is false? ”

“Yes.”

I answered the same question again. I didn't hesitate.

“· · · · · · Why do you think so? ”

The clerk asked.

He looked up for a moment. Instead of the high blue sky, you can see the inside of the library. It was a white ceiling. Only the people sitting here can see it.

“I looked it up in the dictionary. ”

“What did it say? ”

“Decorating things that aren't true. ”

Seeing that sentence, he thought.

“It's what I do. Novels are fiction. Writers invent stories. ”

“Ah.”

He sighed deeply and slammed his head on the table. A strange voice flows from within.