Big Life

“Canned?”

Somi narrows her eyes and narrows her eyes.

The words of unresolved reconstruction were not easily understood.

“Don't you know the slang? Those writers canned.... ”

Reconstruction blurs the end of the horse and bites with its eyes.

After staring blankly, Somi could recall the expression of canned goods that had been heard at a difficult ceremony.

“Are you... talking about the canned goods? ”

Somi, the publisher's newest employee, knew what canned goods were.

Canning was a slang used to refer to the act of tying writers to specific places and making them write.

The finish is right around the corner, and he writes like a piece of oil from a writer who can't write.

There are different reasons why articles are not written.

Being lazy and playful in nature, worrying too much about his work, or frustrating because he is weak in mind, and not just one or two things are hard to calculate.

Before his debut, he snorted when he heard canned food. I didn't want everyone to do it, but I wanted to make them write so forcefully.

But it was true.

It was when the second work was published.

Reconstruction was struggling to get hold of the three manuscripts for two months due to poor sales volume. In the meantime, I received a phone call from Tae-won, the editor in charge at the time.

- Mr. Hahn, you're not doing very well, are you? It's a beautiful day. Come out and have lunch with me. You're going to make me feel better. Dress comfortably.

Tae-won said in his usual fluffy tone.

Although it was a bit questionable to ask for a comfortable outfit, the reconstruction went to the meeting place without much thought. As soon as I got in Tae-won's car, I was dragged to the publisher's office and had lunch with the mulberry rice.

- Go to the roof and have a cigarette.

Tae Won said to the reconstructor after finishing the meal. I didn't say go home. He was clearly telling me to come back after smoking.

A corner of the office came into view of the reconstruction that gradually began to feel strange.

It was a narrow, long room with a rectangle overlaid with a partition.

The only objects in the room were computers, desks, and single-use collapsible beds. Half the walls were glass windows, so the structure was clearly visible from the outside.

The so-called canned prison.

It was the moment of confirming the existence of the blockage.

Reconstruction lived in that small room for a week from that day on.

Three meals a day were resolved with their editors as delivery food. After the staff left, I locked the bathroom door and connected the hose to take a shower.

I spent all my time other than eating and sleeping, only writing. Finishing was the only way out of this cell, so I did my best.

Then I realized the rebuilding.

The truth that you can come out if you write something that you don't think will ever come out.

The eyes of the editors behind my back made me unable to learn without wearing something. When I didn't think about it, even patriots used to beat verses 1 through 4. Thanks to this, reconstruction was able to return home after handing over the manuscript and becoming obsolete in a week.

“I have to write something really important right now. Very few writers want canned food for themselves, so this may seem strange to me, but I honestly thought Somi was watching, and it was starting to work. ”

Reconstruction lines up the horses, standing in front of Somi.

There was only one reason to hold it in order to avoid misunderstanding.

He shares Somi's feelings through Lika. Once her emotions are gone, she can't write a perfect line for Oh Su-min.

“Do you understand what I'm saying? ”

“Yes? Yes, sir... I understand. ”

Somi bites her lip slightly as if it were awkward.

Reconstruction was an urgent horse, feeling overwhelmed by desperation.

“I won't ask you for long. Please stay as long as you can. I'm definitely more likely to get written faster with my editor's eyes next to mine. ”

“But in the meantime, I think you're fast enough to see that you've sent me a Jolly Rock Series manuscript. ”

“They're actually all written in the old days. ”

Reconstruction cut me off.

Somi glances down at her feet, hesitating. Later, she checks the time with her phone and raises her head.

“About 2 to 3 hours..."

“Really?"

The reconstruction opened its eyes as much as possible. It was much longer than I expected. Somi nods, smiling shyly.

“The previous work is done quickly and I have time until the next one. He said he didn't have to come back to the office before he finished, so he was planning on editing his manuscript in a café somewhere. ”

“Do it here. WiFi's busted. ”

“May I? ”

“Of course you can. Put your desk in here, refrigerator with cola and juice, and some sweets, so go ahead and take them out. ”

Reconstruction created the working environment of Burya Burya Somi.

Somi sits somewhere in front of her desk and unzips her bag. She was always carrying a laptop so she could work anywhere.

‘He's the wrong guy. ’

Somi thought as she took out her laptop.

I can't believe you're asking an editor to pass on a gift.

It's not very long since I started my editor life, but I've never seen a writer like this before. I didn't think it would ever happen again.

But I smiled strangely.

There was no pressure on the man to reconstruct a ridiculous request for canned goods. His first room was as comfortable as it had been many times.

Ta-da! Tadadadak! Tadadak! Tak!

Reconstruction was already beating the typewriter, focusing on writing.

Somi, who was filled with the sound of a cheerful typewriter, also began editing.

‘All right, this is good. First face down, then a date at the convenience store! ’

Reconstruction carried Somi's power on her back and wrote a crazy line of Oh Su-min's lines.

I lost my speed of 10,000 characters per hour, but I felt good about this moment. The unblocked text was continuing to fill the screen.

Bloop-oop! Bloop-oop!

The phone of reconstruction that I threw into the bed trembled several times.

Buried between the duvets, the rest of the work was dedicated and the reconstruction was completely silent.

“Hey, Writer. ”

About two hours later, Somi said something that made her jealous.

“Yes, go ahead. ”

“The editor of Kwon Tae-won sent me a message. There's a meeting of Starbooks writers next week, and Hah says you should come, too. ”

“Writers' club... I'm leaving. ”

Reconstruction was accepted without much thought. The two eyes were still crashing into the monitor.

Previously, I had been invited to write meetings by Tae-won several times. But I never responded. It was because of my inferiority as an unsold writer. I could not attend if I thought of myself among the famous writers who would only inhale Soju.

“Tell her I'll be there. ”

Reconstruction added a clear statement.

Things are completely different now. The rising middle-aged and dark horse had no reason to be reluctant to attend the Writers' Club.

“Phew, I'm hungry. Mr. Somi, do you want to eat? ”

The reconstruction turns the chair around and asks. I was so hungry because I haven't eaten properly since breakfast.

“Oh, I'm a little hungry, too. Do you want me to order you around a Chinese restaurant? ”

“That's convenient, but I never asked... ”

“I'll do a search. Well, there's a lot around here. What do you want me to do with it? ”

“That weed. Mr. Somi, make it expensive. I'll take it.”

“Okay, I'll eat something very expensive. ”

Somi called the Chinese house with a smile on her face. What she ordered, which was expensive, was a soy sauce like rebuilding. After calling all the addresses, she hung up.

“He'll be here in 10 minutes. ”

“Chinese houses are generally fast. ”

Reconstruction stood up to get a cup of coffee as he got his horse.

At the powered port, it did not take more than a minute for the water to boil. The boiling water was poured into the cup, ‘dinging’ outside the porch and the bell rang.

“This is too soon. Do you make a weed beforehand? ”

The reconstruction tilts its head and opens the door to the front door. However, the person standing at the door was not the courier with the iron bag.