Great Novelist

“What kind of confession do you want? ”

He asked the deputies who had gathered at the station. I came up with an answer after a long thought. It is to confess in the way that the other person wishes. The children looked baffled at his question.

“What?"

“What are you talking about? ”

“What, Lord, who are you confessing to? ”

Seogwang asked with a false laugh. He thought for a moment and nodded.

“Well, something like that. ”

The children's eyes sparkled.

“Who are you?”

Baron asked politely. He simply laughs, unable to answer, "It's you."

“What kind of confession do you want? ”

Seogwang opened his mouth first to urge him.

“Flowers and rings are a must, right? I wish I had a Serenade of Love, too. Appeals his intellectual image with a book on it. ”

I don't feel like the target is me at all and say it out loud. Bundles of flowers and rings, Serenade and a book. There was nothing he couldn't do if he wanted to.

“You like that? ”

“Sounds good. I'm ready to buy a ring right now. ”

The line shakes its head. Spring took the horse out at my side.

“But they don't talk about dating nowadays. We just got along so naturally. From today without confirmation for the same day. ”

Seogwang said he didn't understand.

“Well, aren't you confused? What if you think I'm the only one? ”

“Wouldn't it be okay if lovers talk to each other physically and mentally? ”

“Do they have their own air flow? ”

“Love is a great emotion. ”

He quietly listened to them. It is a difficult way to use it.

“What about you?”

So I asked Baron. Baron twists his chin and says, "Dry."

“I want you to confess with a balloon in the middle of the square. ”

“Wow, that's really embarrassing. ”

“You're unique, sunbae. ”

He didn't budge even after the followers' reactions. In the middle of the plaza.You 'll see a lot of people. This is also impossible. The line comes in at that time.

“The truth is of the utmost importance. Well, wouldn't it be fine under any circumstances? Just eating.”

Meals. He imagined talking in the dining room. This place was also difficult because there were too many ears to hear. Or a place near Tteokbokki. Take the kids to a store with a room. Not bad.

Then Seonhwa added.

“I'd like to be confessed by a muscular man. ”

He glances down at his arm. It seemed difficult to fulfill her wishes.

“Oh, I see. ”

“A literary girl? Just tell me you want to be confessed by chance. ”

In her words, Seongwang said with a big smile.

“Oh, good. I dedicate it to the West, who loves it. My name is on the first chapter. ”

“That's funny. ”

Unlike the cold reaction propaganda, he was a little harsh.

“Whatever. Imagine, if you're uncomfortable with the writer's review. ”

“Would you feel better if you dragged down a book like that? ”

“Bring it down. Romanticist all at once. ”

“Just read the book. ”

That's okay. While everyone was laughing, he seriously considered it. This time, a prepublished article came to my mind. Forever was the author's writing.

Why don't you mention the inscription in a writer's review? I don't know anyone else, but I'm sure they'll notice me. It is written in a coincidental style. He would have noticed if he had gone by another name.

Then we can naturally come to the conclusion that coincidence is ourselves. I know it's a lot to take in.

Glug. I opened the door and the teacher came in. He looks at him once and, as always, stands in the same place and speaks out.

“If you want to publish, bring it right away. He's the only one who's written at this point. ”

The faces of the children who were excited just now sank. Choices are hard, but they have to be. Above the writings of amateurs, even with their drawings on it, there was so much worrying and suffering.

“Thinking about it for a long time doesn't give you a good choice. ”

“Yes.”

It was a dying sound. Seonhua grips his head and asks, looking at him.

“Why did you decide to do it? ”

“There's no big reason. ”

“But you chose it because you had something to think about. I'll write a book.”

“Yes, it is. ”

He looked at the ceiling for a moment and said,

“It just sounds like fun. ”

“Fun?”

“Yes, there's something I wrote in the school library. A book is being published called the Space Shuttle. I'd like to try it sometime.”

“Yes, but aren't you afraid? This is a school, you have two more years to go, and if they laugh at you, it's over. ”

“Is that so?"

A warm reaction from Australia ignited me.

“Are you confident you won't laugh because you write well? ”

“No way. I don't think so. I don't know how many people will read my work, but I'm sure one person will laugh at me. ”

“But?”

“It has nothing to do with that. ”

“Doesn't matter?”

“I never begged. ”

In response, Seon Hwa shut up.

“You never begged me to read my work. You never begged me to give you a good review. I know it's upsetting to be human, but it'll make you feel better if you eat something delicious. ”

“You're so relaxed. I wish I wasn't greedy like you. ”

I laughed quietly at her words. How can you not be greedy? I want you to read it and I want you to be complimented. There was always a strong and strong desire. But that's not something you can take for granted by begging. On the contrary. I begged you not to listen, but you complained.

The silver flies.

The writer's job was to write better writing, not begging or begging.

I was able to answer because I had thought hard. Spring, when I was still listening to the story, opened my mouth.

“I want to show you. ”

It's a cautious tone, but it doesn't falter.

“My writing, I thought I'd show it to you. I wanted to once. I wrote it, so be brave like you, Lord. ”

Spring lifted her head and looked me in the eye. He laughed at the deep emotions.

“Ugh.”

The sound of the line dying next to you.

“It doesn't have to be too serious. You've been thinking about it. Have you decided yet? ”

“Before I write, I keep shaking. I can still change my mind. ”

“What choice did you make? ”

He raises his head.

“I've decided to make a presentation. ”

“Are you gonna change it? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

“You're not confident? ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

No answer came back. He said.

“Then change it. It's your freedom."

It was a bold word. It said "freedom." He was right. It was freedom like a mother. I never knew when I would have it again. Shenzhen looked at his notes. There are traces of it all along.

This article was too sad to escape because of past memories. She clenches her fist.

“How hard did I write it? Who doesn't? I've made up my mind. I'm not changing it. Anybody says anything, I'll pay. Yeah. Don't let the curser get away. ”

“So I just need three covers. ”

Baron said, three. Three people decided to exhibit the article in the school library. It was all a thoughtful choice. I chose to regret it and to be hurt. That alone is what makes children grow.

“So, who are you confessing to? ”

Thought he'd moved on, but he dodged a slight eye.

“What should I do? ”

Sitting in front of the computer, he was pondering a phrase on the author's profile, which was requested by the publisher. An article that introduces people who are forever. I don't know what to do.

“Should I write about grilled mackerel? ”

I had no experience, no education. It was just writing. We don't know what the outcome will be. Still, it was good. I wanted to be evaluated by writing alone.

He thought of Dongbaek's boss. There was strong conviction in his face. He decided not to forget that there was someone who was that confident in his writing.

He picked up a pen. Eternity is the author's first work. For the first time in the world. There's nothing to bring up. Of course, it's my first time. I thought lightly. Introduction: age, gender, name is not your own So here's the thing.

I wanted to be honest. What you can write most honestly.

It's about what you like.

The first thing that comes to mind is the book. I like all genres. Reading is good and writing is good. I enjoyed walking and encountering various languages.

He wrote down the sincere truth as it is.

“And a writer's review. ”

He handed over the paper to the next chapter. A new page appeared. It's clear. No one has left any footprints yet. There they want to confess one thing in the way they want. More like an embroidery than a confession.

A sentence that they immediately knew when they read it. He thought, "Five things in common." It was the meeting of five people. Memories shared by five people. Memory. Trace.

“Article.”

We wanted the article. We tried to get it. I got a passage from Moon Ye's only art deputy. In the process, we had a natural conversation and learned about each other's characteristics. I wrote a sentence on a white page.

I've seen four crows surround a bag.

It was very similar to the landscape of the doorman. Moon Ye-won's only art officer. I didn't forget to include that keyword. When others saw it, it was just a trivial secret, but it was a keyword that everyone knew.

“Someone will read it to you. ”

He wrote, believing that.

*

Rose started the car. The boss was sitting next to him. Today was the day I set up a meeting with the journalists. It was also a place to promote the articles of a very large new person. Rose felt a familiar tension and grabbed the steering wheel.

Circle reminded me of the writer's writing. The obsessively detailed narrative and history of fiction. Actors and colleagues who travel according to interpretation, believing in the myth and their interpretation. A world beyond the characters that comes naturally to you with characters. Above all, the language of the author himself.

Vocabularies together form a large world. The protagonist's talents make such a world enjoyable for readers.

Read it once and you'll be free. Rose was confident. What we need to do here is get readers to read a book only once.

“Aren't you nervous? ”

“Not really.”

Dongbaek said, Rose looked at his legs without saying anything. I'm trembling.

“I'm particularly nervous. Maybe he's hiding something. ”

“You're not doing anything wrong. ”

“There's actually a bit of excitement. ”

It is a joy that only you know the identity of the author forever. Dongbaek smiled at Rose's words. He was the president. He had founded and maintained a publisher on the verge of 100 percent collapse. How many articles have you read from editor to president?

Have you met the writer?

Dongbaek felt a coincidence the moment he read his article. I want to make his writing a book. I want to sell books to a lot of people. I felt the urge to squeeze.

Dongbaek believed in his eyes and has done so so far. I didn't intend to use tricks like cutlery. You can't defile a book with such tricks. I'll just wait. And spread the word. You'll only have to read it once. Just once. Touch the book, and then...

I'll inflate myself.

I will do my best for that one.

“I'm not nervous, either. ”

Rose listened to Dongbaek's words. He looked out the window and said,

“It's a thrill. ”

“· · · · · · Then stop shaking your legs. ”

“Let's enjoy this vibration. ”

The rose took a small deep breath. And it sped up the car a little. Run fast. Let's have fun. At the boss' words, the rose was no longer able to tell whether the rapidly beating heart was due to tension or because of expectation.

“First we have to boil the press. ”

Dongbaek said, Rose nodded quietly. This is going to be a big deal. Large enough to fit into the world he created.

End of confession by any author (1)

lim Han-baek