Great Novelist

He stepped out of the kitchen and looked around the office for a moment. Quite a spacious area. Maybe it was because I played the game, but it was more like a break room than an office. Sofa and lights. Pictures and pictures. Books and manuscripts. A computer sits on an elongated desk facing the wall.

It felt like a place to work. And next to it, there was a cloth hanging. The wall was covered like a curtain, not a window.

“What's this? ”

Following the finger of the Lord, the two gazes moved.

“Oh, that. ”

I don't like the look of knowing who I am. The section laughed at the best of them.

“When guests come, it's a courtesy. Are you good with Levi? ”

“It's not weak. ”

“Too bad. It takes ages. I can't show it to a minor. ”

She says like a joke, but with a determined nuance that she can't show. You think you can have a bad effect on yourself as a child. He abandoned the Sovereign Union and looked at the cloth with a sword firmly against something. He sat down and quietly said,

C.

“That must be where your sister's work came from. ”

“I knew it was quick. ”

Her work contains the grotesque box. It's bizarre and cruel. It's also bizarre. There is a philosophy, there is love, there is life. Her book is loved by many readers. At the same time, I always hear nagging to adjust the water level.

“What's this picture? ”

“A picture of suffering. ”

Her head is in agony over there. He did not insist on showing it. I was more interested in her attitude to see that picture than what was in that picture.

“Do you leave it open when there are no guests? ”

“Yes. I'm used to it now. You can look at it while eating. ”

He recalled her most recently published work. A finger that rings a bell. It was a book with a grim background and a funky atmosphere that made her curious about the next chapter. The writing was centered particularly on stimulating materials.

“Is there a reason you like to use excess material? ”

“Reason.”

She plugs an empty fork into the apple. Deep. I hear a deep dive.

“Maybe it's because I don't think it's too much. ”

“What does that mean? ”

“I write fiction based on stories that happen in reality. Weird imagination, but the truth is, my imagination can't reach reality. Rather, they kill and go in with the big shot. It needs to be probable. There are things in the world that kill people for no reason.

You can't do that in a novel when you lose. ”

She gave the easiest example. He saw the apple peeled off.

“So maybe it doesn't get any weaker. The world has never been better. ”

He didn't ask any more questions. Instead, I vaguely imagined the world that she had seen to write, which was beyond the fabric. Beyond that lies the absurd reality and the negative emotions. The section that writes down by twisting it suddenly flashed in my eyes.

After hearing her story, I also wanted to hear the best story.

“What about you, Mr. Choi? ”

“You mean me. ”

He opens his mouth as if he was waiting. Someone who likes to be centered. It is also highly self-rated.

“I wanted to be a god. ”

And you aim high, as you measure high.

“· · · · · · · God. ”

“Yes, God. And I failed.”

Of course. The section next to him looks at the helpless human.

“Before that, I wanted to be Mozart. ”

It was a closer goal than God. But...

“You failed, right?”

“Yes, I failed. Mozart had a gift for music, but I didn't. It was sad.”

“I guess you just forgot. The next thing you know, it's God. ”

“Quite the contrary. It was a twist. But I did find a serious way. Read books about religion and mythology, see masters, see philosophers. But there was no god to turn me into a god. ”

“So?”

“I decided to become a novelist. ”

Mozart, God, and novelist. He fulfilled his dream after two failures.

“Why did you suddenly move from God to a novelist? Of course, even the gods in Mozart are quite strange. ”

“I've heard that God and the writer do similar things. ”

“Aha.”

He was often likened to a god. to create a worldview, to create a person, to decide the events and destinies that the person will experience.

“But there was a distance between me and the god I wanted. ”

Best said seriously.

“In what way? ”

“It took effort. I'm not omnipotent. It's impossible to create the world in a week. ”

“At the end of the day, we need to take a break. ”

“I can't. ”

God explained in the Genesis creates the world in a week. Create heaven and earth, create light, divide day and night, and so on. After finishing a lot of work in six days, I rest on the last day of the week and leave a note of appreciation towards the finished world. It looks good.

“We're going straight to retirement. ”

“Yes, it is. You don't look so good. It takes a while to fix an imperfect sentence and fix the world. ”

He laughed a little.

“If we were gods, wouldn't we have written something as human as this? Agony and conflict. ”

“Well, the Almighty might be able to do it, but they're not as good at it as I am. ”

Hearing what stood between his best arrogance and his boundary, he chewed the apple and swallowed it. I felt a slight pinch on my neck. It was still delicious.

“I'm glad I'm a novelist now. Mozart and God can all meet beyond the letter. I'm satisfied.”

“It turns out that there was a lot of music and religious material in Writer Choi's work. It's very scientific. That was the effect, right?”

“Yes."

He replied proudly. His love is unique. I think I know why I am judged to be dynamic and factual about his work.

“What about you? ”

Best asked. He glanced at the question.

“What?”

“Why did you start writing? ”

“Oh, I wonder. ”

The section looked at me with interesting eyes. I'm sorry for her, but there was no great reason to call her Mozart, as God is the best. It's just...

“I was bored.”

“When was the first time you wrote? It was about the time we graduated middle school. ”

“It's a little vague, but it's probably middle school when I started writing something I could call writing. ”

“So you've been writing since you were very young? ”

He put a parable in his mouth.

“It's like a digestive action. ”

“Digestive action? That's a strange metaphor.”

He agreed. It was a strange metaphor.

“Well, writing doesn't get any better in the morning. Coincidence is starting to make sense. ”

“You're not there yet, either. ”

“What?"

“To put it that way, coincidence isn't just a matter of years. ”

The section squints at his pompous pretense.

“So what do you think? ”

The best responded confidently.

“There's nothing to think about yet. This one is a mystery. It's like a coincidence that pops up without explanation. ”

“You were a long way off. ”

The section gave him a small pint and changed the subject.

“Take a closer look at what you believe in. He didn't even tell me he had to write. ”

“It was nothing. ”

He briefly talked about what had happened with her. The section and best listened to the story with a very interesting face.

“Let's see how big he is. ”

He nods, remembering what she showed you in the room. I was looking forward to her next book. Best said.

“Anyway, he's got a mouth problem. You get so excited, you can't stop. You can talk out loud anywhere. ”

“He's cute. He's good at fixing things. ”

“Sister, if you go on like this, you won't know what kind of accident you'll get in later. ”

Obviously, she was excited and emotional about something. He asked, seeing the best in talking about faith without hesitation.

“You must be close. ”

“It's the same group. He's one of the writers I know. ”

He confidently confessed his narrow relationship. The section said by the side.

“It's easy to seduce him. All you have to do is let me have my lunch. ”

“Lunch box?”

“Yes, Mr. Choi will come anywhere if you ask him to bring a lunch box to the dinner. So I asked her to bring me her lunchbox. ”

The best behavior I've seen so far was understandable, but Song must have been pretty sad.

“I'm eating now. When are you speaking? ”

Best said in a hurry.

“Do you eat now? ”

“Yes, I can trust Lady Song's food. ”

“You carry a lunch box because you don't trust the other restaurants? ”

“Trust less. How am I supposed to know how to cook with my hands no matter what they touch? And ingredients. You can't put food like that in your mouth. ”

It was resolved.

“Well, I like it because I often get it. It's very convenient to ask for one when you go to the inn. ”

It's her habit to go to the inn when the writing gets stuck. Are you asking the best to take the lunch box then? Then I also understood that I would be contacted regularly. She loved his food, and the best thing to do was complain about feeding her.

Romance and Grotesque. The atmosphere of writing each other was the opposite.

“Writer Choi likes to cook for others. ”

“It's my chance to brag about my food. People are happier when they react. ”

The best replied with an open heart. That was it. The section spoke to the best.

“He's really simple, isn't he? ”

There were so many writers in the world. Inns, cuisine. Some think of poets, some write with repetition. Someone went into the mountains and wrote.

“I was going to tell you anyway. ”

The section opened its mouth. She smiles deeply.

“Our meeting. It's a coincidence we're welcoming a new recruit. ”

He was also looking forward to it. She explained her progress.

“I texted most of the members, including Choi here, to get the date. All that's left now is the calculation. ”

The best was not so surprising.

“You must be stuck in the mountains writing again. I haven't heard from you in a day or two. Let's just do it ourselves. ”

“No. ”

Determined. The best looks are unseemly, but they do not vomit. Instead, he told me gradually that it would take quite a while for them to get together to calculate.

“Who else weighs as much ass as you? Even if I did, he wouldn't come as far as he could. ”

The section was still smiling. There seems to be a hidden hand.

“Is there anything good in it? ”

“You know, something very, very good. ”

She raises her hand. At the end was Australia.

Best Writer (3) End

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