Great Novelist

“That's how we became close. Meeting.”

Then, the three of them didn't seem to have any contact at all. I wondered what kind of meeting she was talking about.

“There's no such thing as a gathering. ”

“We're done talking. ”

“It feels like a social gathering. ”

He asks if the meeting includes the other two writers. He listened quietly.

“It's small. Writers have a place to eat, about eight of them? ”

“A lot.”

“It's very rare for all the power to come together. Each one has its own lifestyle. ”

I understand that. If there is someone who writes in the evening, there is also a person who has wake-up time at 6 pm.

“What writers are gathering? ”

“Here's three for now. ”

The section said with a finger in a circle.

“You said you knew the co-author, the textbook teacher, right? There are a lot of them. There's a junior writer who's been watching the light he brought with him lately. ”

She was satisfied that she knew the two of you.

“Then it shouldn't be awkward. There are others who live in the mountains, but if they find out you're a coincidence, they won't keep their mouths shut. Why keep it a secret? ”

“It doesn't matter. ”

Most of them knew. It seemed like they were from the same generation of writers.

“How did you get together? ”

“There's no special occasion. We meet with writers that we know and talk to. ”

It looked fun.

“When I talk to you, I get writing, I get distractions, and I meet you. We can think about writing together. ”

“When do we get together? ”

“That's a possibility. ”

“Who decides? ”

“The section sister is the leader of the group. He's the oldest.”

"I was interested," they said. Today's conversation was also enjoyable in many ways. There were a lot of things that I could relate to. I had a pretty good idea why those liberal people were coming to this meeting.

“Yes, I will contact you next time. ”

That's how he left his number.

Since then, he has written as always. Short in school, long in home. The process was calm and consistent. I wrote without consciousness as if I were breathing without missing a day. Then time passes and the seasons change.

Sandal retired nearly twenty times, and by the time he got there, he had finished writing a full novel.

That means the time has come to appeal to the publisher. He entered the website of the publisher he had been looking at. I noticed the publisher's masterpiece first.

Behind the curtain. This is the title of 5 series of Professor Dong. It was the publishing place of the author of faith. Dong Baek Publishing Co., Ltd. mainly publishes specialized textbooks and literature in humanities. I did not even write a book that translated international publications. He moved the mouse to find an explanation of general fighting.

There were not that long phrases written in order. Even for the first time in regular fighting, he could easily follow. by mail and email. The plaintiff was required to submit a copy of this document, along with an email address, telephone number and synopsis.

I wrote down the whole story of the article immediately. It was not difficult. My hands, which were moving nonchalantly, stopped immediately.

“Title and author's name. ”

He thought of the title of the book and the name of the author. Let's start with a pseudonym. The name of the coincidence was given by name of his surname and his protagonist.

The protagonist of this post was a circle. Well, wooden? That's strange. What doesn't change. Adventure. The story of God. Myth. Eternal life. Eternal life, eternal life.

The writer of eternity. He wrote down the name he came up with, just as he coincidentally did in less than a minute.

The next was the title, the title, the title. I wonder what they'll call it. He looks around. I saw the lettering on the wall. They were all self-made and organized languages.

“God.”

I couldn't explain the world except for this existence. It was the goal of characters and symbolic of the topic of writing.

“Language.”

So is language, because it's a gift to him. Combined the two key points. At the heart of the stamped letters was the language of God.

“The language of God. ”

I could change the title later, so I didn't have to worry so much. I think we're good. I wrote down the title as it is. We'll be ready in a minute. I did not miss anything, but I read the instructions again.

He looked at the screen and thought, How will the publisher judge his/her articles that are not by chance awarded to him/her? I am excited or anxious But it was good. He decided to take a moment to look at his work and send it to another publisher. Maybe it won't work.

That's how I ended up fighting in eight places.

*

“Mr. moon.”

The editor of the roses called the president who was leaning against his desk earlier and reading something. It's probably one of the many projections left in the editing room.

You have to read the roses. You have to read the roses. I'm tired of the work that keeps getting pushed around. She looks at the boss. He looks serious.

“Hey, boss? ”

“Huh?"

Then he is the boss who answers. He was the president who founded and led Dongbaek Publishing. He was somewhat difficult to understand, but Roses, the editor of Dongbaek Publishing Co., often faced him but still confused about him. I still couldn't figure out what I was trying to say.

A pile of unread manuscripts stab him, calling him small.

“Do you have something to say? ”

“Why?”

“I'm a little curious because you're reading something in my place. ”

The boss replied dry with his gaze fixed on the writing in his hand. Roses sigh into their hearts. The scepter on her nose rattles. It was pierced with the owner's permission. She was teased by someone, but the one in the middle of her nose was her pride.

“Mr. Rose, have you read this? ”

The boss asked. Rose shook her head, of course. And he added some excuses.

“I was going to read it tomorrow. ”

“This is good. ”

The excuse of the rose was said by the boss pretending to be the one who heard it. The article was good. In a word, the rose focused on the article.

“Good?”

“Yes. The writer's introduction was empty, so you're new, right? ”

“Of course.”

“This is strange, but I don't think I've ever written anything before. ”

What kind of writing is that? Rose did not overcome her curiosity, but glanced over his shoulder at the manuscript.

“Is eternity a writer? ”

“You've never heard of it? ”

“Yes, that's an unusual name. ”

“The writing is unusual. ”

“Unusual?”

“Yes.”

“What's the point? ”

The boss turned the copy back to the first chapter, which he handed to Rose, saying.

“It's stupid to show up the first time. ”

“Stupid?”

Roses didn't make sense.

“The so-called village idiot. There's a fool here who might even insult himself. First of all, before I show you the world view. It's unusual, but not bad. ”

“Yes? Isn't that bad? Anyone who hears it is alive. ”

“I don't feel that way because I have an erection. That's where the talent of the writer comes in. ”

“Really? You're not thinking too deeply? ”

“Read it. ”

Rose glanced at the overall content. 4 people going to meet God. It was a simple plot. What was it about this article that made the boss waver? Analyzing text means there's enough suction. Already seeing the boss thinking about the world view, rose raised expectations.

“Read it in two days and contact the author. We should do it as soon as possible, because we may have tried to do it elsewhere. ”

“Yes.”

There was a strong sense that it could not be taken away. Roses read his writing right from lunch time. While eating with one hand, I read the manuscript with one hand. Later, I was reading with both hands.

“Mr. Rose. ”

As he did to the boss, the director of the Planning Department called Rose's name.

“Yes?”

“Lunch is over. Aren't you going in?”

Rose remained focused on the manuscript without half of her meals until the end of her lunch. I haven't read half of it yet, but I could tell. I had a feeling.

“Team Leader Ox. ”

“Yes.”

He replied with a curious expression. His gaze lay between the noses of roses. A round piercing hangs like a rattlesnake. He had seen the writer stick it up his nose several times, whether it was in the official position or in his face.

“I think I got it. ”

The cow leader immediately understood what the rose said. Rescue was their own term for having items in the so-called plaintiffs.

“What is it?”

“It's called the language of God. There's nothing to be ashamed of about the world, about the personality, about the goals they have. The most remarkable thing is the sentence. I've never heard of him, but I think he's new. ”

“Is that it? ”

“Especially this unique introduction. ”

“Then let me read it, too. ”

“I'll go home today and read it all and hand it over tomorrow. I need to get in touch with him real quick. You can't let another publisher get to you first. ”

Rose was in a hurry. However, I cannot contact the author without reading the entire text. The Cow Team Leader looks at the manuscript in her hand with an excited look.

“Then I'll go in first. Eat.”

“Yes. I'll be right there. ”

Rose pushes the rice into the void, but doesn't take her eyes off the manuscript. Besides this, I had a lot of work to do. I had to see the calibration, and I had to go through the refinement of the imported book. The planning department had documents to hand over, and a copy of the text had to be made.

“What kind of person? ”

But now the idea of just catching this writer has taken over my mind.

*

“My ears tickle. ”

He rubbed his ears roughly and fixed his gaze in front of him. He was looking at God's language manuscripts at school. This was the introduction. This was the beginning of a figure I had come to think of when I met the section and the author of faith.

Even though I am an adult, I am ridiculed by my children. He calls himself Bud. Circle only calls him Bud. He was the only friend I ever had as a student. He was a better horse opponent than anyone else who was lightly disgusted by humans. After graduating from an institution and earning money on their own, they will take care of him in earnest.

Bird was there to help him see the myth in a new light. The protagonist plays a key role in setting objectives Because of this, the circle that cracked the code leaves Bud and chooses to go to God. With three comrades who didn't even know each other's names.

Their adventures are very trivial and, in some ways, impulsive. Everyone is going to dig up God with a personal story.

With that little spark, we embark on adventures across vast continents and oceans.

join (4) the end

lim Han-baek