Great Novelist

“Calm down.”

The section said, eliciting faith. Then I scratched the back of my head.

“Too close. I like to keep my distance from the writing. It's just too violent. It's not as peaceful as your writing. Are you okay?"

“Yes. The space collapses. When you get out of there, you're just writing. ”

“It's more real than I imagined and not real. But there is. Roughly. Looks like you're seeing a ghost. ”

Ghosts. Funny metaphor. I guess she's just sitting there like that. Standing at her words, she nods.

“I'm the one who wants to get closer, but this one's too much. ”

“But I want to experience it for once. ”

“Curiosity abounds, but then it breaks. All writers have their own way. ”

After watching the chicken for a while, he smiled at the rising creature and said.

“It pops up sometimes when I think about it. ”

“What pops out? ”

I borrowed the expression of the section.

“A ghost.”

“That's it. I'm afraid of that. ”

Despite the slow drying, he urged me to tell you that the section and belief are interesting.

“Why, people sometimes get contradicted. ”

“You know what?”

“Enough with the writing. My work is done now. Sometimes I want you to interpret it however you want, just like I wrote, completely understand it. Maybe I'm the only one. ”

The crow was annoyed. He laughs. The crow raises his voice and says he's just going to write. Crows look immature, and they seem to be pretending to be. Contrary minds coexisted. It was a contradiction.

“Oh, is that it? ”

“That's it. ”

“I do it every day. ”

The writers empathized.

“That's it. I can't help it if I'm human. Because instinct is selfish, an animal called a human being. ”

The section says, "Selfish doesn't sound so bad." She speaks to ward off the bitterness in her mouth.

“I feel it every time I write. How selfish of me. But the funny thing is, you empathize. You have two minds, so you split your mind. In the middle.”

She extends a finger.

“I think about this a lot. I would write even if I had only one reader. It's more like empathy. I'm writing for the reader. ”

Write for the reader She extends her finger next to him.

“But I still want people all over the world to read my work. This is the writer's wish. Greed is personal. It's more like winning.”

Write for yourself Her hands were in a v-shaped shape.

“The writers aren't the only ones thinking this. It changes shape according to the situation, so everyone has a place in their head and mind. ”

“Ghosts are for everyone. ”

My faith was muttered.

“It can only be seen by those who can see. ”

He shakes his head. I met him in the eye.

“You said it would come out, right? ”

“Yes.”

He's not so scared, and he mutters.

“You even gave yourself over to that contradiction. ”

His gaze was slightly downward. That's right, it was. You did that to yourself. I postponed my concerns and delayed my emotions in order to write a better article. There came a moment when I had to confront the postponement of publishing articles to the world and reading people's assessments. I wanted to run away a little more. It was an impulse. It gave shape to a lump of dust in a corner. His feathers were as black as ink.

“Should I take it back? ”

“That's your heart. I can't even imagine. ”

The clerk raised his glass and said. Inside, Coke bursts into bubbles.

Faith has asked.

“Why don't you think about talking to her? Are you having fun or are you in pain? ”

Was it fun or was it painful? He thinks. The cackling voice is loud. I didn't even give him a name. I didn't want to see it for long. But I don't want to take it back strangely. Even at this moment, he was contradictory.

“I feel like I'm losing something when I take it back. ”

“Haha. Is that a battle cry? ”

“I guess so. ”

Which ending wins. He didn't know. But now I know it doesn't erase the existence of the crow. If that's your contradiction, if you can't get rid of it as long as you're human.

“I'd like to soothe you. ”

I laughed at his words.

“Everyone carries it. ”

“Yes.”

He raises the same cup in front of him. A cool Coke enters my mouth. The throat was a little warm, but the black liquid was cool and delicious.

After that, I continued to eat while having several conversations. The story about the story or writing of the world became mainstream. The section asked while eating a huge chunk of meat.

“But how did you know Im Hyun too? ”

He also said while eating chicken.

“I got a call from my professor. I came out thankful. ”

“Did you call me first? I'm so envious. I've never even talked to him. ”

“That's how much you loved the sound of crying. ”

He glanced at the concentrated gaze and slightly turned to talk.

“Not as good as the algebraic writer. I want to write something so hot one day. ”

“It is considered too hot. ”

The section talked while drinking wine. The west nods with a chuckle.

“My sister won't listen to bitterness if she can regulate her water level. ”

“Hmph, I can't stop using the scenes I want to write because of what other people are saying. I thought I had to control it a little bit. ”

She raises a knife and says, The knife was filled with liquid, whether it was juice or sauce.

“I love your work. ”

“I think so. I think it's too much. ”

“These are in front of the parties. ”

“You're the ones who criticize. You know how to pick and choose. ”

The section smiled and pointed to the west with its chin.

“Then you're next. ”

“Well, I always hear bad things nearby. ”

“Ah, you're our chief general. ”

“The cold one always tells me with all his heart that my writing is too soft. ”

“There's no room for that. ”

“Hard and silly is not my thing. ”

“That's a little hard to write about lately. ”

“That's the exception. ”

The section sees a belief that is killing the breath in case his turn returns.

“Don't be afraid. ”

“I don't know. I don't want to hear bad things. ”

“What kind of person listens to the good sounds of the world? Anyway, you have a very small liver. ”

He opened his mouth slowly, watching quietly.

“By the way, when is the next series of Professor Dong coming out? ”

“Ugh.”

Faith makes a painful sound like a man stabbed through the heart. He was embarrassed by an unintended situation.

“Did I make a mistake? ”

“No. Well done. I can't decide which case to write for this guy's next series. ”

“Stop it. If you're here to eat, let's eat. ”

“When do readers get out?" ”

“Ugh.”

She eventually grabs her head with her bare hands.

“There are a lot of murders I want to write about, but there's nothing to interest Professor Dong. ”

“What a coincidence. Poor imagination.”

A section speaks without hesitation. Flow so far, and a conversation you cannot have unless you are close to them. There aren't many writers who have a lot of pride in their work.

“I've written five volumes, but I don't know who Professor Dong is. It's more so these days. My head is spinning.”

“Oops, oops. ”

The section shakes its head. It was a well-known symptom. When you create something, you get that moment. They come without notice. Of course. You can't use alcohol all the time, like you've been doing magic your whole life.

“It's like a cold. You do it regularly. It's better if you rest well. ”

“I can't rest. I called your editor yesterday. ”

He saw her. It's clogged. In most cases, it's solved with one very small hole. Even a small hole is a hole. It's been pierced, but there are no tools inside her to drill a hole. Then you have to look outside. But it's human habit to find and drink places to look. It was no different from when I searched for USB. I don't know how many times I've searched the same desk.

That sounds like a coincidence. He asked if we could find a small needle to drill a hole together.

“Don't you find Professor Dong interesting? ”

“· · · · · · · No, sorry. It was just an excuse."

“Well, why don't you build me a trigger? ”

“Trigger?”

“Yes, that's something that Professor Dong can seduce. For example, he's clearly claustrophobic, so he never sets foot where the body was, right? ”

“Yes.”

“But that wasn't necessarily the case. He touched a corpse once. You said he would never do it. ”

Faith nods, reminiscing about her writing. A man named Professor Dong was brought to the scene.

“That's right. We need it for the story. He put things near the corpse to make it more inevitable, and I made it that way. ”

“There's nothing he can do. ”

“Huh · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

He had no choice. You were the one who dragged the story out. I dragged him in the direction I wanted. Then why are you being dragged away now? The faith rolled its eyes silently for a moment.

“Don't you want to do what you've been doing? ”

“No, I don't. That was the problem. Why not? ”

“Mostly greed. ”

“Yes, greed. ”

The last volume of the series was not well evaluated. I wanted to hear a good sound. I thought about how to be complimented. That's all I could think about.

“You were selling your mind elsewhere. I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking at all. You didn't even look at Professor Dong while looking at others. Yeah, I see. ”

Faith pulls the laptop out of the bag, pushes the plate and places it on top.

“Good to have a genius around. Yeah, okay. It's as simple as that. But I think I'll forget again. Oh, my God. The more I think about it, the more twisted I feel, but thank you very much. I'll pay you back later.”

She speaks quickly. Her hands move as busy as her mouth. I wonder what they're trying to use here.

“Anyway, during dinner. ”

The section looks at her with a face that she can't stop.

“When I say that, all I say is a sad face. ”

“You're talking too harshly. I wish I had told you by accident. I'm going to write a journal so I don't forget this feeling. ”

“Are you her? ”

“Let me concentrate. It's a livelihood. ”

Seeing that, he also took out his notebook from his pocket.

“Excuse me a little bit. ”

“That's fine, what is it? ”

The section asked with surprised face.

“Yes, it's not that grand. ”

As he said, he immediately closed the notebook without writing a few letters. Seeing that I was shaken by other people's assessments, I just remembered a person I wanted to use. A fool who laughs no matter how much people curse.

“What are you writing? ”

“Yes, but it's not a coincidence. ”

“Then?”

“It's just me. ”

“What the hell is this? You're a hard creature to understand. It's unique."

The section raises its hands. She looks at his face. I was young, especially too young to be a writer. In this industry, even people in their 40s belong to the young writer's axis.

“Coincidence is flawless. ”

“Yes?”

It is a work like that at a young age, not young. Like I said, I was too old to drink. I understood that Im Hyundo was also interested in the writer. It was more like it when I met him in person. Rare people will be interested in this bizarre existence.

The section longed to see this young writer.

“Let's get along. Can I call you at the meeting? ”

“What meeting? ”

He asked, puffing his eyes.

join (3) the end

lim Han-baek