Great Novelist

Dongbaek, president of Dongbaek Publishing Co., and Rose, the editor, sat face to face with a serious face. I was the first candidate for South Korea for world-class SF literature. The annular award is awarded in five parts each year, one of which is the language of the gods in the full-length novel. In the coming months, if God's language is chosen, there will be an unprecedented award. First Korean, first Asian, youngest award winner.

“Forever smiled at you, too. ”

I thought of his voice when I heard him on the phone. That was the end of his feelings. He smiles briefly and soon returns to his usual state. First Korean, first Asian, youngest candidate.

“I'd like to see your liver by chance. ”

I want to see the size of his liver. It will be 10 times bigger compared to yourself. That's why the liver's acting like it's leaving the ship.

“Write that piece and see you retire. He's a real novelist.”

Dongbaek sighed deeply and said. They were trembling, their hearts trembling, and their hands were trembling, but the parties were not at all calm.

“Everlasting is sometimes scary when I see you. ”

“That's why you're writing it. ”

“Well, I mean, 18 years old, now a 19-year-old writer could have been a global literary candidate. ”

Unexpectedly, my face loosened. I'd be happy to die just because I'm a candidate. When you think of the language of God, you are still a candidate. If you win the prize, no one will be able to complain. The detailed setting, the pure style, the deep content and the heartbeat. The mythology, meaning, and the language used in the story, have already been recognized by critics and readers. As the work became a candidate, it embodied the vague admiration and excitement that he felt. The language of God was an award-winning piece.

“Just in case. ”

Rose opened her mouth with difficulty. Just in case. Just in case.

“You can't refuse or deny the award forever, right? ”

I'd like to tilt, but based on the nature of the writer, there's a good chance. Rose imagines. The first thing you see is a peaceful face. I have no idea what I'm thinking. In his imagination, he did not look at the rose. There was only a gaze on the manuscript. I make fun of my hands and say.

I will reject it as it interferes with the artwork. because I want to focus on what's in front of me.

The backdrop cools down.Writers have the right to do so. There's no stopping it. There was a corner of eternity where writers didn't look like that. Especially when it comes to writing, I tend to look more strongly. You can see the roses you've tried to retreat with him. No matter how much I suggested, there was a part that wasn't shaken. I can't persuade him to say anything about it. The writer's stubbornness was right, even for her.

Writing is clearly more important than awards for writers. Writing is more important than volume and popularity Good articles increase sales volume and popularity, but a lot of sales volume and popularity does not necessarily lead to good articles. Therefore, even if he speaks in his imagination, she will certainly try to bake him at first, but in the end she will respect his choice. And so was the boss. Dongbaek trembled and said.

“No, it's still a cannula. It's not another award. One of the top four literature awards in the world? ”

“Are you the kind of person who would be swayed by such a thing? ”

“You're quitting. I'm not writing. I'll be fine. ”

“Right? No need to worry, right? ”

Dongbaek was briefly moxed. There was heavy silence. Accidental rejection of the award was the worst case scenario for the publisher.

“...... We agreed to meet tomorrow, right? ”

“Yes, there's a reporter in front of the publisher, so I'm going to the botanical garden. ”

News of being selected as a candidate spread quickly. Rose saw the knights ascending rapidly on the laptop in the middle of the conference room. It was an accident. Forever gained a world-class reputation. His writings were exaggerated titles that moved the world. However, no one pointed it out in the comments that ran below. They were all excited. Everyone cheered and admired Korean writers. I was also curious and excited.

“First, let's drive in an atmosphere that the writer can't talk about. ”

He starts devising his dirty little plan. The opponent is 19 years old. The problem was that he was 19, but he was 19. There were no coincidences yet, but one publisher's president had to be prepared for the worst. It's too late after coincidence. Rose joined without complaint. I wanted to see the book I edited receive a world-class literature award from my workplace. It's never a chance in life again.

“Why don't you buy some fireworks? It explodes as soon as it sees it. ”

“Good. Should I cry? If you shed tears of joy together, you will never be able to dump the writer without mercy. ”

Get artificial tears. The two who were talking and receiving until then sighed heavily. The writer doesn't know. the turbulence and anxiety of those around us. He's a very tricky man. He's a very difficult man to deal with.

*

“Congratulations! Writer! ”

“Amazing! I'm really proud to be your editor forever. I've already told my family. I'm done bragging.”

Bang. Bang. He handpicked up a colored piece of paper that landed on his head. It's noisy. They seem to be more disturbed than usual. In Dongbaek's hand was a cake box. It was probably something to celebrate. He looked at the cake on the wooden table with a thank-you note.

“Shall we all eat together now? ”

“Oh, here? ”

“Yes, because it looks like this is a rest area. Like disposable chopsticks. ”

He got up from his seat and rummaged through a box placed on an altar that was likely to have a bunting placed. Chopsticks came out between the straws.

“Bam.”

The two of them smiled as he waved his chopsticks. I looked at them slowly. I don't know why, but it was a little unnatural. You'll feel better if you eat something sweet. Cake was set on the wooden table.

“Delicious.”

When I put bread and fruit mixed with white cream in my mouth, the sweetness spread. Dongbaek trembled, saying that it was a cake from a famous bakery. While eating the cake, I could feel the hot stare.

“What's the matter? ”

“How are you feeling? You've been nominated.”

He laughed a little.

“I'm glad.”

In that short speech, the two of them quietly exchanged their eyes. This is a pretty positive response. But the latter didn't come out. That was the end.

“Are you happy? ”

“What else could it be? ”

“No, I'm anxious because I'm expecting a prime minister. ”

Dongbaek tapped Rose's foot. There's nothing good about attracting stories to anxiety. Rose naturally added.

“A way to overcome that anxiety. ”

“Not really.”

But the answer that came back was only fresh. He took his gaze off the cake, suddenly raised his head and looked at Dongbaek.

“So here's the thing. I reject the candidate.”

Dongbaek and roses were reflected at the same time.

“Did you think I'd say that? ”

“...... Yes? ”

He smiled lightly. I felt strange somehow. He was worried about that. He looked at the faces of two people. There are also expectations for the award. There is anxiety, but even before that, emotion was a joyful stir to a new experience. New attempts bring new results to the process You have to know if there's a failure at the end or a success at the end.

“I won't refuse the candidate. So you can relax. ”

“...... Writer. Jokes like that are bad for your health. ”

“It's a little awkward. I was joking. ”

“You're sensitive. ”

Though the eyes of the rose changed to see something special, Australia focused on eating the cake.

“Besides, I'm not busy, am I? It's for the judges. ”

“Well, yeah. The writer has nothing to do with reporters. Rather, we're the ones who are busy. Everyone's struggling in front of the first place. ”

“I don't even have a prize yet, but I think you're in a hurry. ”

“Oh, you shouldn't say that. Of all the SF fantasy novels in English, your book was written in Eastern, Korean, and writers! It's a great candidate. ”

Rose lowers her voice and mutters in a small voice.

“Otherwise, the prize was too tended to be sideways. I love writing about Oriental topics, but the prize is only in English. ”

“There's a pity. ”

Dongbaek said with a bitter smile. No matter how grumbling it is, the fact that it is a world-class literary award does not change. Receiving the award brings global recognition, sales volume, popularity and status. A powerful statue with a half-century history. If it's a coincidence, it's forever. Dongbaek clenched his neck for a moment.

I'm overwhelmed again. You can imagine. You can expect. Dongbaek raised his head. How can you be so confident? He's great. He's just as great as the writing he writes.

“You have to make a brief statement. ”

“What position? ”

“About being a candidate. The readers are curious. Now you're probably wondering around the world, ”

“...... I have a plaintiff who is retiring. ”

Here, Dongbaek desperately adjusted his stiffening face.

“It doesn't have to be that long. You said you were happy. Why don't you tell your readers with that in mind? ”

“Yes, thanks to the readers who read it. ”

In the words of the rose, he pondered for a moment. Gratitude. A message to those who have read their articles.

“How long do I have to use it? ”

“It's not urgent, but the sooner the better. ”

“...... I will send it back within the week. ”

Dongbaek thanked him, thinking for a moment, and asked.

“I don't think it's a bad idea to bring news of God's linguistic sequel, do you? ”

Sequel. It was a topic that had been discussed before. It was common for readers to feel a little more connected to the world view of the language of God, and for editors to say that it was a shame to end it this way. I want a sequel. But he tilts his head.

“Well, that's not definitive, so it might be a little difficult. I don't know. I wonder if I can make a sequel. ”

“If it were up to you, you'd be talking about the past, right? ”

“Yes, I did. ”

The Origin of God. Myth investigated by the Circle. The birth of the myth. Humans are unreadable characters and traitors. I feel like I want to deal with their work in detail.

“Well, maybe someday. ”

I will go to meet them when I call myself stronger than I am now. He reminded me of what he had heard before and asked.

“How about a request for an interview from overseas? Are you still coming?”

“Of course. It will go on for a while. They're all rejecting it. ”

He thought, listening to the names of America's famous stations coming out of Dongbaek's mouth. He should know his news by now.

Step Out (2) End

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