Great Novelist

Moon examined the skeleton of the story made by the deputies.

Seogwang said that he wanted to write a history of a book, a popular life of a sunflower, a story of a beginner who started to be a lonely spring, and the daily life of a woman who went to see the sea.

“Then, when you think of this story, there must be some statues that came with it. ”

Moon asked the doorman sitting in front. The children said yes.

“I'm going to embody them as best I can. ”

Person.

The children looked at Mr. Moon with an excited expression. Gives character and personality It's fun to make a character.

But it wasn't just fun.

“People matter. Sometimes the direction of the story is dictated by the person. Think about what you want to express. And I'm trying to think of someone who might be the best representative. ”

“Hard.”

Seogwang said, Moon opened his mouth for an easy explanation.

“You are parents. ”

“Yes?”

“People are children. ”

“· · · · · · · Yes? ”

The writer is a parent, a character is a child. Moon explained his parable.

“Think about your parents. What does he do for you? ”

“Well, I do a lot of things. ”

Seonhua puzzled and replied. It was the answer of a man who had received many things.

“Yes. You have to give a lot to people, too. ”

He thought about what he had received from his parents. All of them, the uniforms they're wearing, the fireworks they're wearing, everything they're wearing. Even my hands were able to write and my head was thinking like this.

“Parents.”

The children seemed to be unsure. They were all somebody's children. I am thankful, but I do not know what it is to be a child. It wasn't weird.

Moon, who was looking at the children's faces, thought a little about it and said he would tell me an easier way.

“Well, how about this? If your parents have a hard time, be the Creator. You make people. The Creator gives creations many talents and personalities. ”

“Creator · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

“It's cool, but it's getting harder. ”

It's harder.

Teacher Moon thought a little more about what he said, and this time he said:

“This is it. Think of me. ”

“Mr. Moon? ”

“Yourself. Writing self. ”

As soon as Seogwang opened his mouth, Moon raised his hand as if there was still an explanation.

“What would it feel like to hold hands? What answer do you have to my question? What would you do in a situation like this? How specific and instinctive a person sounds depends on the author. You beginners will probably only get a rhetorical answer. Him.

So do it with me. You already know the feeling of your hand, don't you? ”

He complains about it.

“That's because you're incompetent. I feel angry. ”

"You're a beginner."

Seogwang said what Moon would say, but somehow Moon shook his hand.

“Thinking of me. This is a more writer's perspective. Novels never deviate from the ability to explore the existence of" me. "I'm using people. Write down your life. Be a parent, be a creator, be a writer, you're you. ”

He nods at his words.

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“Uh, um, right? ”

Spring smiled awkwardly and replied. The children's reactions were different. It was more difficult to understand.

He laughed into his heart. I had no choice. The more I get into novels, the more I think about them, the more I get into identity and metaphysical stories.

The teacher who stood still also felt embarrassed, clapped his hands twice and turned the story around.

“Anyway, I'm going to make a character today. ”

He gives up everything he said earlier and focuses on the character. He emphasized that all the characters they will create are alive. The children focused, thinking the person they were going to create was alive.

“A person in a novel is alive for a reason. ”

“Why?”

“Yes, why are we sitting here? ”

“Uh, well. I don't know, going to college? ”

“I want to be happy. ”

Moon was a horse.

“Writing is not going to help me go to college. I'm not getting any grades. But you work hard. He's still running around with the lights on. Why?”

“Because it's fun.”

Spring said, because I like writing, because I want to write, it helps my goals. It was the reason for the other doormen who came out.

There were emotional reasons and rational reasons anyway.

“Look, there's an answer for everything. The characters are the same. They move for a reason. ”

Teacher Moon wanders around.

“Yes, let's say I kill people. ”

“Yes?”

“Oh, in the family that I'm in a novel. ”

Dr. Moon waved his hand. He's wielding his weapon. He looked carefully at his hands.

“Puck.”

Stabbing sound. That sounds harsh. Dr. Moon just killed someone.

Though, of course, his hands were cut open and he didn't even hear a weapon.

“This way I won't be moved. Why?”

The children applied what they had just learned.

“There's no reason. ”

“I didn't explain why. ”

Mr. Moon once again said.

“The man in the novel is alive. We move for a reason. There's a reason, but we just can't express it. Parents, are you going to make your children less fun? Creator, will you leave your creation to be misunderstood? No excuses for you.

You're not gonna do it? ”

“No.”

A strong question made the children spit out strong dishonesty.

“Yes. You must desperately defend me. I will repay you as much as you give me love. I will show you the answers you seek, and sometimes the actions you never thought of. ”

“That's kind of creepy. ”

“It's not easy to make a person that much. ”

I didn't mean it like that. Even though he said that, Mr. Moon didn't mind.

“Okay? Then think of someone who fits your case. ”

“It's complicated.”

“Enjoy. It's not that complicated after all. ”

The children sighed, while simultaneously looking at the notebook with the eyes of expectation.

After Mr. Moon's explanation, the bad news sank into silence. It was just the air that was left afloat.

In it, he thought. Do what? I've already met her.

I know her personality and why. Know what you want and know your goals

In that case.

He quietly raised his hand.

“What's the matter? ”

Teacher Moon asked. He opened his mouth in silence.

“If I've already heard the answer, can I write it down first? ”

“· · · · · · Bring it. ”

He approached him with a piece of paper. The children followed him forward.

Mr. Moon slowly came across a story he had drawn. It was an unfinished world. Some things will change if you use it. There will be new ones or missing ones.

But...

“Ha.”

Moon smiled.

“When did you do it? ”

“That's it. It's short.”

He said softly.

“Have you decided the outcome? ”

Teacher Moon asked cautiously. It's because there were a lot of things that popped out at the end.

He shrugged.

“Roughly. It's still a little blurry. ”

“Try and get it right this time. ”

“It's not up to me. ”

“Try. Not today. Start writing in the computer room next time. Checking on the end of the day. ”

“Yes.”

He returned to his seat. I felt a burdensome gaze. The first thing I opened was a line of fire.

“What are you doing? ”

“What?”

“Don't pretend you don't know. ”

Remarkable. Everyone's deciding who to write for, but he's starting to write. But I couldn't wait to write two novels.

Eventually, he had no choice but to say,

“I don't know what to do. ”

“You've got some nerve? ”

“Haha.”

“Are you smiling? You're a slut. When did you do that? ”

Seogwang curled his chin as if he was familiar now.

“That's just the way he is. ”

“That's what Australia is all about. ”

Spring agreed. It was definitely not a compliment.

Seogwang clapped his hands as if he remembered something.

“Let's use a guy like you in a novel. ”

“I will repay you as much as you give me love. ”

“Cancel.”

As I recited it according to Mr. Moon, Seogwang said at once. I felt a look when I was dealing with a frowning frown, saying not to say anything offensive.

“Why?”

“No.”

The snowflakes and springtime were unusual.

“You want to use me? ”

“I thought about it for a moment, but I don't think so. It's hard to handle.”

“Yes, it's going to be difficult. ”

The two gently but decisively refused. At that moment, Seogwang pulls the note of the Lord by his side.

“Can I see this? ”

“No. ”

It was not from the mouth of the Lord. Seogwang asked, looking at the direction of the sound.

“Why?”

“Because it affects me. You should write your own. ”

Mr. Moon folded his arms and paid attention. If you want to see it, you have to see it after completing your writing.

“Okay."

“Yes, I'm going. Don't look. Don't show. ”

Leaving that note, Mr. Moon headed to the office. Looking at the open and closed door, Baron opened his mouth while he was touching the sketchbook.

“Can I see it? ”

“Shame on you!”

“We miss you, too. ”

“You're being too hard on yourself. ”

It sounded like three protesters. Baron doesn't care at all. It was the same with Australia, so I gladly handed him the note.

“Wow, these people really. ”

The painter mutters in his treacherous voice, but Baron accepts his notes and looks at them.

He looked at his writings without a word. It was an article with an overall flow. Short, he didn't talk for a while even though it wasn't that long.

“· · · · · · · Writing like this? ”

And finally, I muttered.

“Is there a problem? ”

“No, no problem. ”

Baron thought, no problem. However,

“Wouldn't that be a little difficult? ”

It might be a little difficult to write.

After trying to say something more, you shut up, caring about the other members listening to the conversation. But that's as far as he could understand what he wanted to say.

The story of going to the ocean alone. A story with no noticeable peaks or crises. What a boring story. It was difficult to maintain tension. But...

“I want to write, so I can't help it. ”

“· · · · · · · Show me when you're done. ”

I want to read it.

He adds that, and returns the notebook.

He told the children who were staring at the notebook with a curious look on their faces.

“If you want to see it like that, you have to complete it quickly. ”

“You sick bastard. ”

The line stares at you, then grabs a rough pen. She snores at the notebook and starts thinking carefully about the characters that will appear in her story.

He also slowly grabbed the pen. It was time to write her story.

My parents, my creators, my end.

lim Han-baek