Big Life
029/7 - You want a battle?
“Hey, that's why everyone's yelling at the mechanical keyboard. ”
“Meow, meow. ”
Lika cries on her knees.
The fingers of the rebuilding of the typewriter make a cheerful sound than ever before.
It was a mechanical keyboard sent from seamedia. The pressure was different for each key and the taste of pressing was good, so I enjoyed teasing my fingers.
“Lika, you sound different from what I've heard, right? I searched for 400,000 won. The old keyboard was bought at 2 marts for 9,000 won. Why would I buy something so expensive? You want me to write you one more copy of the Wizard of Pesgelon? ”
Reconstruction continues to beat the rider, speaking to Lika. Time is noon. The world outside the window was scorching hot, but the inside of the studio was pleasant because of the air conditioning.
Glug glug!
Su-hee called me.
Reconstruction stopped the hand that was tapping the keyboard and picked up the phone.
“Su-hee. ”
- I got your extra quest. It was fun again.
“Thank goodness.”
- Did you have lunch?
“I'm not sure yet. What about you?"
- Now I'm out to eat. Eat on time. Oh, how about dinner tonight? Hyo-jin is supposed to meet me, but would you like to have dinner with the four of us?
“I'm sorry, I'm having a hard time writing. ”
One hand of reconstruction that said that was operating the word program by manipulating the mouse. The manuscript for the '90s boy' for the digital literature award came up full of screens.
- You're still distracted. Sometimes I take a break.
“I'll only be busy for a full day. ”
- Why just for a full night? Do you have anything special in mind?
Su-hee was quick to notice.
No one saw the reconstruction, but he smiled and replied.
“I'll let you know when it goes well. ”
- Let me know if it doesn't work out. I want to read it.
“Got it.”
There was a small sigh on the other side of the handset.
Somehow, I felt sorry, but the reconstruction was silent because I had nothing to answer. After a while, Su Hee's cheerful voice continued.
- All right, well, let's do this and call you back.
“Okay, you too. ”
After hanging up the phone, the reconstruction takes position and places both hands on the keyboard. After taking a deep breath, he focused on the revision of the '90s boy’. Today was the third retreat.
‘Sir, is it okay for me to go visit an old friend who went to prison? ’
Reconstruction asked a question reminiscent of the blurry image of Seo Gun Woo that I had seen in my dream one day.
I could hear the voice of Seo Gun Woo, whom I had never actually met.
- Natural, not bad. Though I'd prefer to keep my head down until I say my first hello.
‘That's what I heard. How about this scene where the protagonist meets his first love? ’
- Too many unnecessary conversations. You're talking about yourself, not having anything to do with your first love. Delete in barrels.
"Erase everything"? But can't a woman understand that she's had a hard life? ’
- That's self-pity. The mind of the writer is projected into the character of the novel. It's useless.
From a word to a sentence to a paragraph.
Every modification was in conflict with Seo Gun Woo and Hae Hae Hae.
Most accepted and retreated was the defeat of Harebuilding.
Seo Gun Woo's point of focus on the completeness of the novel was the murder of the village. Reconstruction gained new realizations while at the same time repairing and improving what was lacking.
There were times when Hae Hae Hae Hae won 1 or 2 times in 10 times.
Particularly so when it comes to the features of literature that do not have the correct answers, such as the personality of characters and their corresponding behaviors. Considering that the overall deployment was straightforward, Hae Hae Hae did not hardly break his stubbornness as a writer.
‘Even if you don't like it, I think I'm right to go out like this. It's not a hard-boiled novel. It's a barrel eraser. ’
- It's not my novel, so suit yourself.
Inside the cramped studio, the typewriter rings without rest.
Realizing that the rebuilding had begun to intensify, Lika went down and moved to bed.
“Meow.”
Lika, sitting on the bed, looks up into the air and cries.
The resplendent gaze was looking at the back of the reconstruction sitting in front of the monitor.
Lika looks at the air for a long time, then closes her eyes as if she were sleepy.
‘This is the end. I think I fixed it enough. I'm not taking it out until the contest deadline. ’
After the third retreat, the reconstruction saved the manuscript of the '90s boy’ and launched a new window. The monitor was eroded by a clean screen that did not have a single letter engraved on it.
- Are you trying to write another novel?
It sounded like I heard a question from Seo Gun Woo.
Reconstruction replied with a tease of two fingers.
The '90s boy is a novel I've held since college. Now that I have a lot of time for the contest, I'd like to take this opportunity to write a whole new chapter. ’
- So, have you decided on a topic?
"It's about my sister. My sister, who has been working so hard not to have a good relationship to take care of her family. Please take a look when the draft is complete. ’
Tadahak! Tada-da-da-dak! Tada-dak!
A spark appeared on the mechanical keyboard.
Reconstruction began to pour out its precious heart through my fingers, remembering all kinds of memories with my beloved sister.
Quiet summer afternoon.
There will be no summer like this year.
I had already anticipated the reconstruction, but I didn't regret it. As a writer who was being taught by the best teachers and writing, I had nothing more to hope for.
“Well done, Editor. ”
“Somi, too. Oh, you're off tomorrow, right? ”
“Yes, for four days. ”
Tae-won and Somi left the office side by side, taking a card for work.
It was the end of the summer, and Somi was taking a bold step as editor. The high agency's improper duties were also vanished and work efficiency was rising every day.
“You said you were going to the Main Street in the East Sea, right? ”
“Yes, at this time, all the librarians are withdrawn and quiet. I think it's a good idea to rest quietly and come back. ”
Tae-won sighs as he looks up at the ceiling.
“By the way, I haven't seen the ocean in a long time. All I did was work and live, and there was no summer. ”
“Take a trip with your family. It's hard to concentrate, but we can leave in three hours. ”
“I know. It's hard to think. ”
“My parents are staying at Mukho's, so please let me know if you have any thoughts. I'll do it for you.”
“Are you selling to me? ”
“Oh, is that so? ”
It was when I pressed and stood on the elevator button.
Somi picks up her vibrating phone. A message was about to arrive from the rebuilding.
“Editor, this is Haejeon. ”
“Ha Writer? What do you say?”
Somi showed me a message on the screen instead of an answer.
Three short lines made Tae-won smile.
- We're almost done with our digital literature manuscript. We'll get back to you shortly with up to five new fantasy books. Tell the editor.Have a good vacation. ^ ^
“He's a great guy. Hey, Writer. Summer vacation's over this year. ”
Tae-won leaned his tongue in the elevator.
As soon as I finished writing the contest manuscript, I started writing fantasy novels. I thought it was a wondrous strength and passion. I didn't think I could do it myself.
Somi asked as she pressed the button on the first floor.
“You said you used to write fantasy novels when you were a student. ”
“Yes, it's good to know it's not my way in two years. Creation and editing are very different. Speaking of which, didn't you say you painted? ”
“I'm glad I know it's not my way in a year. ”
“Hahaha.”
In the elevator going down, two people burst into laughter at the same time.
Somi grabbed her phone and wrote back to the reconstructor as she laughed more often. I want you to write the best novel next summer so that you can enjoy it comfortably.
......
‘Phew, this is crazy...! ’
Myung-hoon had already sat in front of the computer several times and was repeating to get up.
Today was the day of the announcement of the results of digital literature.
Original voters are contacted individually by the host prior to the announcement date. The main purpose is to provide detailed guidance on the awards ceremony, as well as time to prepare for the inquiry.
However, Myung Hun was not contacted. I participated under the pseudonym Ahn Sung-woo to hide my identity, and I did not attach my contact information or email.
‘It should be fine. Your retirement was perfect. There's no way I didn't win. ’
I definitely wanted to be suspicious.
I wanted to crush the fluffy face of the reconstruction at the Writers' Club.
Su-hee also wanted to be recognized as a wonderful writer and a man who took another step forward.
‘Phew... Phew...! ’
Myeonghun calmed his heart with deep breaths. Then, while keeping my eyes closed, I clicked on the title of the literary results news. The screen was full of awards.
Myung Hun was afraid and was looking at the screen through his fingers, blindfolding his eyes. It also started with the list of incentive winners below. A total of 19 contestants will be awarded for 1 Best Prize, 3 Best Prizes and 15 Awards.
"Okay, not in the incentive. Of course, if my novel received any kind of incentive award, I'd refuse the award immediately. ’
Soon, Myung-hoon's gaze reached the prize item. At the same time, his eyes were wide open. A strange sensation of joy and fury shook his whole body.
"Excellence"? "Excellence"? ’
A sigh of relief and intense disappointment was unavoidable.
His novel, 'Solitude in Seoul’ written in the name of Ahn Sung-woo, was definitely recorded as an award.
‘Damn……! What, how many good guys are giving me an award for participating? Is there no contest for this guy? What aspect of fiction are you trying to judge?! ’
Myung-hoon gritted his teeth and turned his gaze to the side.
Right after.
Myeonghun remained white and stiffened like a statue.
It was a name that was never known and could never be overlooked.