Great Novelist

“This is great! ”

The section put cookies in the growing faith.

“Quiet. ”

“Oh, there's a coincidence. ”

She chews the cookie in her mouth without pity and lowers her voice. Beyond the tightly closed door was a coincidence.

“Can I show you around a little? ”

“Are you okay with your writing? ”

Faith took a look at the road laptop as a warning to the section. It was filled with letters. However, these letters were all the stories of Professor Dong. It was because I thought of Professor Dong who would get a hint from the inevitable.

“It's okay if you say you'll increase the deadline. I have to write a new one.”

“The editor is struggling. ”

Faith knocked the keyboard pretending not to hear it. It made me feel better by plotting a series of copper professors, believing in only the extended finish. She snorts at the sobriety.

“What do you want to eat later? Do you want to go out for dinner with him? ”

“Maybe I'll go write the Lord's Writing. ”

“Then we'll eat alone. We got what we came for. ”

The section smiles at two writers who are engaged in their workshops. Thinking about what kind of writing to solve this situation. Afterwards, he went straight home after defeating the two writers who were writing without knowing the time.

The book of scripture revealed itself. She took over the bookstore listening to the words, too. Everyone welcomed her writing and admired her writing. The writing of the book had a heartbreaking feeling. The writing is local, so people leave the city.

I take a breath of fresh air and tread on the ground. I get full when I read it. It's as thick as her food. It silently silences the remaining flames in someone's mind.

So he didn't read it. You keep Goi on the side of the bookshelf. I was afraid I'd put out the fire I was writing.

“You want to read it? ”

Seo Kwang noticed his gaze and asked with a sly smile. He replied honestly.

“Yes.”

Seogwang stroked the book and started a commotion. However, it was not that different from what the West used to do.

“My writer needs to write. Do not be influenced by other works. ”

“Ow, look at that tone. ”

It was a line that frowned instead of him. There was a manuscript in front of her. Seogwang gave her the same speech.

“Write something for the festival. ”

“If you didn't participate, why are you so upset? ”

“I haven't sinned. What else can't I bear? ”

“Sinned. Disturbing the author! ”

I muttered a small spring next to me. Sunhwa, your voice is the loudest. She was also facing the plaintiff. Just like last year, I decided to exhibit my own writing in the library this year. Sunhwa and Spring are participating, and Seogwang is not participating.

“Does it work? ”

He asked her. Spring shakes its head quietly.

“Something's harder than last year. Am I diminishing? ”

I groaned that my hands aren't moving. That meant she was more familiar with writing than last year.

“You don't know anything at first. So when I look back, I feel like I don't know how I was so brave. It means you're brave when you're ignorant. ”

“Are you saying you're a little fed up right now? ”

Spring glances at the manuscript, twitching its chin. The greed and fear of wanting to use it better. I wanted to write better. I wanted a better article than last year. So I was scared. I'm afraid I won't be satisfied with my greed. It was complicated. The jewel next to you asked.

“So why don't my hands move? You're ignorant, and you don't have the courage? ”

“I'm a little immature. ”

“Yes, we are more premature than ignorant. Prematurity is a gem if you sharpen it. ”

Seogwang stops fighting Sunhwa and consoles the lush jewels. This was her first exhibition. There was a slight expectation and a lot of worry on her face when she looked at the manuscript. She'll be as anxious as spring. There's a difference in how two people feel. Empty

The fear I feel when I'm there and the fear I feel when I'm holding something. There's no point in worrying about which fear is more terrifying here.

“So you're the only one here with good hands. ”

He mutters and looks at him. He was already filling his sketchbook with colorful doormen. Baron raises one mouth tail with a relaxed face.

“Ace of the Gatekeeper. ”

“Wow, you suck. ”

“You have to admit, ”

His face changed as if he had eaten a thick sensation, but he did not refute it. It's because Barron was most versatile, as he said. He's good at running, he's good at finding words, he's good at making sentences. And I draw well. Whoever did this is Moon Ye's only art director.

“You've got some nerve. ”

“He's good at eating alone. ”

“There's no one to follow. ”

Baron remained relaxed with such insults or compliments or confusing words. He asked Baron.

“How are you getting ready to graduate? You've been busy these past few days. ”

Baron, a third-grader, graduates this year. He was busy preparing his mouth, so he had many days when he could not come to the gate.

“It's a lot to take in. ”

“You're going to the arts too, right? ”

“I have a mind. ”

You cannot go to college just because you want to learn. I don't want to learn, but I have to go to college. Somewhere strange. The world is composed of strange sentences.

“Baron's studying pretty well, too. ”

“You're good. I may not be able to get in with what I'm good at. ”

“Is Yin Seoul the target? ”

“I don't know. I don't know. Experience is something you can do in school. I don't know what I'm going through to go to college, what I'm going through, what I'm not going to do, what I'm going to do besides drawing and studying. ”

I saw white teeth. I remembered in my mind people who were surprised that he didn't speak English.

“You should go first. And if you don't, I'll quit. ”

If you don't like it, I'll stop. Baron said decisively.

“You're going to be great. He came in to paint. ”

“I think so, too. ”

He turned his gaze to the manuscript in front of him. The writing here was not for the festival.

“We have to work harder, because Australia is falling apart this time. ”

“Cheer up."

It's a story about self. Stories should be written in a different style than coincidentally, as planned and later. It was a crucial reason to keep yourself from being discovered as a coincidence and to reveal your identity to those who trust you.

Put it in the novel of chance. It breaks the border between coincidence and Australia, just like the characters in the text.

I set up two men first. White and black. White is good. Unbearable injustice, respected by others, and stable social status. Black is bad. When you look at the fire and commit evil, you have a horny, fierce complex and a dominant tendency.

You two are emotions. It was just a feeling divided into white and black. They live in the mind of life with a simple lump. Together they fight to hide the winner and the loser. Results are not permanent. It always changes.

That's what you need to write. Stealing a person's appearance from a person. But maintaining human form on the surface. What the reader feels is only confusion and vague understanding. I wanted to make it so.

Eight suspects in total. By the time I got here, I got rid of all the branches. Their parents, siblings, friends, etc. were separated from those around them who knew each other. Objects that could prove him have lost faith and witnesses have failed to exert their power. They call the real name of the game

Focusing on finding a worthless, harmless thief. The small world does not call out their names equitably.

They struggle to understand each other's existence. I am I. As time goes on, they realize. No self-argument is weaker than that.

When he was a kid, he liked shrimp, but he became allergic to shrimp when he grew up. When I was twenty years old, I had a double lobe surgery, and I was confused whether the first kissing spot I experienced in high school was in front of the house or under the street in the park. Why I was born, why I had to die, where I came from.

He didn't know if he was going to Dee.

If his lover shows up and tells him our first kiss spot is by the sea, he'll give up his fuzzy memory and nod. Yeah, the ocean was beautiful back then.

I engraved letters on the manuscript like I practiced. I made a shape out of previously obtained mud. Fingerprints that remained on the mud were in a different shape than before.

If I write something like this, I don't want to stop myself. He thought, "I am myself." No matter what anyone says, it doesn't change. This faith is unshakable. No evidence, no witnesses. Hardship and happiness were all their own. I won't hand it over to anyone.

“This is delicious. ”

“It was sold in a new shop near my house. Come with me later. ”

It was a snack spring brought out. He also took one and took it to his mouth. It was chocolate covered in cocoa powder. Delicious.If this happiness is someone else's, I will never forgive anyone for it.

“Ah. I dropped it. ”

“Hey, Plaintiff! ”

The children who knew that it was a coincidence were in a commotion. He glanced confidently at the manuscript. A dark mark remains. Surely he won't forgive himself.

“Don't you think the author is valuable? ”

Seogwang, who was shoveling cocoa powder like a pickax, bruised himself. I stared at the letters that were full of manuscripts.

“What language is this? ”

“I don't have a name. ”

It's a character you made up. He asked lightly.

“Why? Do you want to know? Want me to tell you?”

“No, no, no. ”

Seogwang resolutely refused. However, I did not take my eyes off the manuscript.

“You said you wrote the second half, right? Is the book coming out soon? ”

“I can't be sure. ”

I literally can't guarantee it. Using two forms of writing was harder than I thought. Of course, there is no problem writing it separately. However, if they are both in the same manuscript, we don't know what will happen.

If you approach freshness and shock, you will be accepted. But if you break the flow, it's a failure. I can't help but feel disconnected. The overall content and atmosphere that had been maintained earlier could be ruined by reversing the body. I like the feeling of heights and awkwardness. I wanted to get to the close part.

However, there is no time to do such precise calculations while writing. In the end, you have to use a lot. You have to try several times. And then there is retreat. I will write in the hopes that it will be polished in the most ideal way.

Burn (5) End

lim Han-baek