Big Life

Ta-da! Tadahak!

The sound of the keyboard tapping echoes the elongated narrow approach.

The clock was pointing to 12 o'clock.

It's pitch black outside the window next to the desk. It was midnight.

The rebuilding took a moment and pressed down on both temples.

I got up in the morning and wrote without rest until midnight. Not a day or two in a row.

My neck, back, and wrists were severely stiffened.

Reconstruction has already gone to the bathroom and washed the cold water more than ten times. However, the heat on the burned face did not erase.

‘Almost done……. Just a little more. ’

Reconstruction came back to the computer and put the document information of the novel on the monitor.

124,331 characters in total. Now, just about 15,000 more characters will make one book and two books will be completed.

A novel that is contracted with a publisher.

Send it to the editor at the latest tomorrow morning. It would only take me six more hours to spend.

‘It used to be easier to write more than 3000 characters per hour. ’

I didn't think it was a fitness issue.

Reconstruction is still 27 years old. I wasn't at all likely to say that my physical strength was slowing down. Essential problems elsewhere. It was in my mind.

I want to live writing what I want to write.

This was a constant problem of rebuilding.

Thinking about reality, I couldn't write what I wanted to write. First you have to write something that sells. You have to sell it now to eat and pay rent.

What is selling?

Reconstruction had no idea either. It was difficult to keep up with trends and listen and consult editors' advice. No matter how hard I tried, it was not easy to write.

Reconstruction looked inside his studio while drinking coffee.

A deposit of 5 million won and a room of 350,000 won per month. There was very little furniture inside, so I felt like I was moving.

I carved and carved all the necessary appliances from the yard store. Water is boiled and drunk because there is no essence, or if in a hurry, buy several bottles of bottled water. The used refrigerator was still producing noises in its ears as if it were mocking reconstruction.

‘Come on, Strength. This one's gonna work. You worked really hard on it. ’

Reconstruction encourages itself to slap the cheek.

I didn't have time to waste thinking about my mother and sister who would support me in my dreams.

Ta-da! Ta-da...!

The reconstruction took a quick sip of the remaining coffee and began tapping the keyboard again. The white monitor was illuminating the face of the fibula above the screen.