Great Novelist

“What are you drawing? ”

Compliance asked.

“What this is going to be depends on the next plot. ”

He spoke plausible words first. However, there was no way that the two of them could not understand the meaning of their breaths. You hear a light laugh. He glanced at the painting with a blue line on the white background. Draw a dog. What about the inside of a dog? Vigilance

He wasn't a strong dog. Just a dog trained to be vigilant. People bark when they come. You put a human tongue in a dog, and it says, Puppy.

He swallowed a small breath. This is not it. I was reminded of my usual teachings. Squid, squid, salt, apple. I can only remember what I ate. If Mr. Moon finds out, he'll complain that he's not fit to teach. I changed the subject. The speeches always

I told her to love. I love her and myself. Write for yourself Self. The accepting and expressing self is self.

One blue line became a river water. The purpose of this lesson is to express the inner parts of things. Do I have to draw a river right now? No, he was looking at the river. I wanted to paint his insides.

I looked at the palette. It was all clear. Yellow, green, purple. It was a vivid color. I tried to list the sentences in my head. He's looking down at the river. He had a paper in one hand and a pen in the other and a trembling hand. He's depressed. He's angry. Hope.

I'm trying to do something. He wanted to live and write.

You placed the palette and brush. You pick up a bucket of water, filled with dark, grey water with various colors mixed together. I got up from my seat and came out the side with the paper.

“Be careful not to bounce. ”

“Huh?"

I sprinkled water. My hands were wet with paper. The uniform sleeve is blackened. It didn't matter. The white paper was wet. It looks like it will stretch wet and tear soon. I put an empty barrel down and held the paper in both hands. I turned around.

“It's done.”

But they were looking over his shoulder.

“What the hell is this? ”

A familiar voice. He turns his head slowly. I could see the surrounding area when I could see my focus in one place. Wet rain and the current behind.

“Hello."

He greeted them first. Crescent greeted me, wiping the gray drops like dots on his face. And I asked.

“This isn't a toilet, is it? ”

His eyes were in a bucket. To give him peace of mind, he pointed again to an empty cistern and told him where the water came from.

“I'm sorry, I didn't know you were there. ”

“I didn't think the water would come out the moment I came in. ”

“Are you okay with your clothes? ”

“Yeah, you can suck it. Or I'll charge you.”

Hyundai glanced past the rain and said, looking at the paper he had in his hand.

“From now on, put the paper on the floor and sprinkle water. ”

The speaker turned to his paintings and prefectures and left her old friend and asked him.

“What are you drawing? ”

He thought for a moment.

“It's up to the reader what this is going to be. ”

I spoke plausible words. She narrowed her eyes and asked another question.

“Well, what do you want to call it? ”

He was able to answer without difficulty.

“A writer.”

After finishing cleaning up behind the scenes and laying out her usual paintings, he could find four people in the classroom teaching students. I also saw traces of the class here, and the screen came down in front of me. He sat next to a shirtless comrade.

“How's your sister? ”

Calculation stayed here a while ago. I asked her to help me overcome the crisis. The fact that she's not here now meant that she survived.

The speaker nodded with a small smile. Sitting in front of the desk, she holds a steaming cup in her hands.

“I didn't think he'd come looking for me like that. ”

The speaker was looking a little happy.

“As soon as I get here, Is it true you're getting a new one? ”

“What did you say? ”

“Where did you hear that?" I asked. ”

The speaker looked at him.

“It's you. ”

“I couldn't help but notice. ”

He asked curiously.

“What are you doing here? Did you write?”

“I didn't do anything. ”

The answer came from the rookie.

“She didn't do anything. She just left. I don't write. ”

“That's what it looked like on the outside. ”

The speaker said.

“As long as people keep their eyes open, information from outside is constantly coming in. While unconscious, the brain automatically classifies and processes it. He didn't write, but he experienced a lot. ”

“I've seen you leaning in front of your room a few times. ”

Following his impure attitude, he corrected.

“I was watching the teacher write carefully. ”

Neither of them seemed to know the details. The book did not explain in detail what had happened with the calculation. She just told me that she can write now.

“I see.”

He was relieved. Hyundai was silently listening to the three men until the end. I liked listening more than talking. I didn't say anything about Junsu, but I could see he was conscious. Unlike usual, a lofty waist proves it.

I was.

He took his eyes off their waist and asked as he looked at the screen he had taken earlier.

“But what is that? Have you seen any movies here? ”

“Oh, that's right. ”

“Really?"

Was it a total playtime today? It was the speaker who solved the question of him.

“We had a visual representation class. I'm going to write a scene from a movie. ”

“Describe it? ”

“Something like that."

It was not uncommon for writers to target the writing that could recognize the scene in their head as soon as they read it. Writing by a great writer is portrayed in the mind of characters, backgrounds, and events just by reading them. It's like watching a movie. The character's acting, the ambassador. Movie locations, grand backdrops

It is possible to convey not only the taste of the food the protagonist is eating, but also the smell of dust caused by the summer rain.

“Feel, sound, smell, taste. And I can let you look into people's minds. ”

The author can tell readers everything about how a person behaves. I can understand every situation in my novel. Can empathize and thrill. As long as you're good.

“It's like a dream. ”

He said with a depressed look. Australia understands. In order to be a great descriptor, the narrative must be inscribed so as not to get lost in perspective or detail. Determine what parts of a person will be exposed as they move inward and outward. Here.

Among the writers who were the most proficient in handling it was Im Hyun-do.

Writing changes. It's fashionable over time. Hyundai was able to write writings that stimulated all the senses of people, encompassing the descriptions of modern literature and the descriptions of contemporary literature. That is one of the reasons why he has been able to write for a long time and be loved by many people.

Is sensitive to change and accepts quickly It can also be held. The meticulous calculations in his writing were strong and beautiful.

“How do you describe Mr. Hyundo like that? I admire it every time I read it. ”

I struck a soundless aura of solidarity and adherence to the question of Lord. He smiles slightly, his eyes lowered and said.

“Thank you for saying that. ”

It meant I wasn't willing to tell you. The speaker asked him.

“Do you want to try it? I'll play you a movie.”

This time, the speaker went ahead and turned it on even before she heard the answer. A light appeared on the white screen and compliance occurred in the meantime, turning off the lights in the classroom. The light coming through the window did not disturb the movie, although it was not very dark.

He looked at the current sitting across from him with his back turned to the light. He was drinking tea with a gentle expression. It was clean.

“I can't wait to see what kind of movie this is going to be. ”

Aurora smiles at the murmur of Australia. I was fortunate to be able to listen to the lecture for free, so I just waited for the movie to come up on the screen.

“Coming out.”

At your side, the roots announce the beginning like a signal. The first thing that came into contact with the person on the screen began to move was the violent music. It's not a background sound. The person on the screen is playing the piano.

Could it be a concur? It looks like a convention hall. I did not know the story before and after, so I made the best analogy. The camera captured the face of the person listening to the difficult song more closely than the player who easily played the difficult song. It was intense, jealous. Music is the immersion of stories

led to the best. I don't know the composer of the song, but I know he was quite a twist when he made this music. The man bites his nails into his mouth. That's where the video ends.

“I'd like to see more. ”

“That's far enough.”

The scribe cut the wind of the Lord with a single knife. Then he raises a problem.

“How would you describe the inside of a person? ”

It led to a class in the yard. This time it was the opposite: painting the text, writing the video.

“Jealousy seems obvious, for one thing. ”

He told me about the man he just saw. A small crescent crept in.

“Do you know how jealous you are? ”

He replied.

“Do you think a good coincidence never gets jealous of someone? ”

“Yes.”

“My friend, do not disturb Lord. ”

Junsu stopped him. Roots shut up quietly. There's a scent of alcohol on the tip of my nose. At that time, he was not only jealous, but also bluffing. It was serious. If I had a pen, none of that would have happened. I can write something like that with my eyes closed. Let's go somewhere.

It's a shameful past I can't even talk about.

“Probably a rival relationship with the performer, right? Willingly or otherwise, he's probably still comparing himself to him. I think I just found myself defeated. Biting your nails is a sign of anxiety, so I don't think you should lose.

I must have been praying. ”

I cleared up the whole situation. The speaker nodded slightly. In order to express his feelings in writing, he must first put them in writing. I need a seat. Let's talk. Tell the story to his eyes. He took the case in some way, made some kind of impact.

I decided to state whether I was receiving. Almighty God knows all about his inner self and has the right to disclose it to his readers.

“It would be nice to make an impression once the spatial background of the competition. He is sensitive to judgment. But I want to make sure that he didn't just bite his nails off because of someone else's judgment. ”

“Or?”

Compliance asked lightly. Rather than being really curious, it was a question of confirmation.

“It's an internal assessment. He saw defeat for himself. I can't make that noise. I can't play like that. We just expressed it in volume, in smoke, in camera angles, in intensity. Look, it's closer to the screen than the performer onstage.

The size you see is smaller. It's a visual representation of a person's status. ”

He pointed to the still screen with his hand. The two of them were in the same screen together. The screen captures the stage beyond the person. It was smaller than the protagonist on the stage, even though it was close to the screen.

How it Works (2) End

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