Great Novelist

Of course I can use it. That's what he thought. Teacher Moon made eye contact with such a master.

“Space shuttle.”

Teacher Moon called for him.

“Yes.”

He replied.

“What do you think is a good article? ”

It was a difficult question. What is good writing? After all, it is a question that answers your mind.

He thought about the articles he had read and moved.

An impartiality for a tense story. Personalities with exceptional handwriting. It was a novel that amazed me.

But is that all? If I could write something like that, would I be able to write something good?

He recalled the opposite situation.

Sometimes sentences are moved by awkward writings or loose spreads. They were all true. He thought it was also a good article.

Seeks the perfect sentence.

I want a genuine article.

The two minds coexisted. You're both right.

So in the end.

“I thought it was a good article. ”

That's what it is.

Moon nodded.

“That's right. The answer to this question will be different. Outstanding text. Reading well. A robust story. You're all right. If you think it's a good article, it's a good article. Here's what I think. Shaking the reader is a good article. No matter how much you like the sentence, if you're not impressed, I'll cover the book. ”

Moon looked at the children and said,

“A person who is different from me can write in pursuit of a good idea. I'm not asking you to follow my lead. ”

Everyone heard Mr. Moon's story.

“You can write well. ”

Spring, who was listening quietly, raised her hand and asked.

“How do you write for real? ”

“It's your job to find it. ”

“Yes?”

“Do you know what the truth is? A mathematical formula? It's colorless, it's formless, it's unattainable. I have nothing to show you. You find out the truth. ”

The glare of the line narrows. Moon, who saw such a painting, said.

“But let me give you some tips. ”

“What is it?”

Dr. Moon stretched his fingers.

“Don't be greedy. ”

That's familiar. I've heard it before. Greed. You should avoid writing the most. Expectations, fears, wind should all be pushed back. so you can use it.

If he keeps talking, that means it's just as important.

“Greed is fictitious. It's not easy to find the truth in fiction. ”

Moon once again emphasized. Greed is forbidden.

“Know yourselves well. You're beginners.You can't even eat baby food with my bare hands. ”

“Baby food · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Spring recalled the parable of the teacher at the door. Unfortunately, he was right. They're writing novels for the first time.

“A man who can't even eat baby food can't even try to bake a steak. I don't want to mess with the kitchen. You'll burn yourself if you get hard. I have no doubt in my writing. You have to taste the pain before you even know the joy of creation. ”

“But aren't people greedy animals? Of course you want to use it well. ”

Teacher Moon gave a big nod to Seogwang's grumpy words.

“That's right. Listen up, greedy animals. I'm not asking you to get rid of greed. I don't want to make you fresh. I just want you to distinguish. When greedy and when not to. You're also rational animals. You need to know how to control your desires. ”

“Yes, it is. ”

He said that with a slightly unconfident tone in spring.

“Well, what if I don't use it well? ”

I'm afraid I can't use it well. It was an emotion that everyone had. Especially for beginners.

When he asked the question, Moon said coolly.

“You won't get used to it. ”

Children's faces are crumpled. He covers his mouth and smiles.

“Eg."

“Such · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“If you act like that, you'll hurt us. ”

“That's too much.”

The children complained, and he also snuck in. Moon said again.

“You are immature and lacking. I'm a beginner.Of course I'm not good at it. So take care not to be depressed by your writing. ”

The novices, and Mr. Moon called the doorman. After greed and reason, beginners are so many different titles.

“The word beginner has an expiration date. As beginners, you have little time to reveal your immaturity without anyone noticing. You have to pretend to be good at it when your kids come in. ”

Moon always placed his hand on the pile of manuscripts guarding the post office.

“So use it all you want. ”

He nods quietly. Beginners can be confident and immature. It should be reasonably lacking. I'm a beginner. I'm a beginner. It takes time to get used to it.

Moon ministers try to write novels for the first time. Of course, I am immature and lacking. There's no one in this room to blame for what Mr. Moon just said. The doorman won't even blame himself.

“What a relief. ”

“It'll be quick.”

Everyone seemed to understand it. Spring, when she looked anxious, smiled.

“Let's enjoy ourselves as beginners. No matter what anyone says, you have the audacity to write. It's your writing. Do what you want. Writing is free.There are no right answers, no wrong answers. Just use it.”

“Yes.”

The janitors replied to Moon.

“Now that you're in the right position, let's start writing lessons. ”

The teacher said to the children who were full of expectations.

“Theories first. ”

“Come in from the real world. ”

“You can't wait to bake a steak? ”

“The steak is delicious! ”

“Know thyself. You're not hearing this. I can't even chew. Now, pay attention to the blackboard. ”

Even in the sacred painting, Moon picked up chalk. Despite her frustrated expression, when the theoretical class started, she focused on the class with the brightest eyes than anyone else. He was also a model student.

He also took classes and organized what he knew in his body.

Moon's class was quite interesting.

By the end of Mr. Moon's theoretical class, he had brought a new being into the frailty.

“Creation is new. ”

Dr. Moon said.

He looked at the children standing side-by-side in the cracks, pushing the desk against the wall. Baron was sitting in a chair watching. His gaze was directed at the floor, not the Moon teachers and the Moon ministers.

“But creation comes from imitation. ”

Again, Moon said. New things come from existing things. He looked at the figure that was sandwiched between Moon and him. His gaze was on the way, despite Moon's explanation.

I heard the door teacher's voice above my head.

“Today I'm going to take some time to get a sense of creativity. Find out which senses to make up the story with. ”

Eventually, he raised his hand and asked.

“Then why are these stone statues here? ”

There were four small stone statues that shaped only the upper half of the human body. It exactly matches the number of doormen standing next to each other. He saw Baron sitting in a chair, looking over here. It was more suited to him.

Teacher Moon raised his mouth as if he thought he would be asked the question.

“There are 4 Gypsum statues. They all have the same face. I bought it with my savvy. ”

“That's why it's small. ”

“Ugh, who gets in the way of the teacher talking? ”

I looked at the same kind of stone statue and muttered. I was thinking the same thing in Australia. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but Savvy. Mr. Moon continued to explain.

“Take each of these four Agris. We're going to get a sense of creativity today. Creation is new. The new comes from the old. To catch it, you need to have a different perspective. ”

Different from others. He looks at the white stone statue in front of him. All four look the same. Perhaps all the Agrippa gypsum statues across the country look like that.

“Unless you have a different perspective, you can't write a different story. ”

“Now you can be greedy. ”

Mr. Moon nodded with a satisfactory face.

Spring raised her hand and said.

“But how can you be different from others? ”

“I already taught you that. ”

“Yes?”

Seeing the spring of embarrassment, Mr. Moon opened his mouth.

“Space shuttle.”

It was a sudden call.

“Yes.”

When I answered, Mr. Moon only nodded once. He made a mockery and understood the meaning of his head.

“Listen, read, think. ”

This is what he told me earlier. Multimundane multitasking. Hear a lot, read a lot, think a lot.

“Yes. Just sitting in front of you and looking around doesn't make you any different. Talk to him. Take out what's in there and bake it on fire. Try some salt. so that you can see scenery that you can't see in that vanity, whether it's burnt or salty. ”

I had to get him to reveal the secret to that labyrinthine statue. Feed him salt and feed him sugar to make him miserable or happy. Something you get by asking questions and telling your own stories can be writing.

That's creativity.

“Then hug each one of them and cook around. ”

Leaving a note like that, Mr. Moon left.

They were confused and approaching Agrippa in front of them.

He looked around in his hands and immediately frowned.

“I don't know. ”

I don't think I can feel it yet.

“Create. ”

Seogwang, who understood roughly, said.

“Without a notebook or a pen? ”

“Don't you want to explore with your bare hands? ”

At his words, the line turns its eyes to Agrippa. She realizes. This is not the time to write. Teacher Moon is telling us what to do before that. What will you write? Which topics will you choose?

He raises Agrippa. It is heavy. I have looked at the characteristics of Agrippa. It's hard. It's a gypsum statue. It can't move. It can only be expressed to the chest. Your nose is thick. Your eyes are empty. Has ivory-glowing skin. It is primarily used in art. It's always standing.

“Hmm.”

It gives me a general feeling.

Agrippa (1) End

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