Great Novelist

Coincidental books are beautiful. This is purely about appearance. The curvature of the book. Line. Angle. Everything is perfect. Beautiful and cool. The most eye-catching of them is the cover. The designer process. All the accidental books published in the nettle tree were born in her hands.

She stayed in the office until late to watch the monitor alone. It was filled with stories of coincidence and sublimation. I couldn't have known what the river was rated on. But he wrote as if he didn't care about anything like that.

She came back much sooner than she expected. Again, at the request of Nam-Kyung's editor, she went into the work of making covers. I read the article and design accordingly. I create a few issues and send them to the publisher. Create a cover for coincidence.

When she makes accidental books, she focuses specifically on the content. Think of a design that readers can sense the atmosphere of the writing. A lot of worries and choices are needed when setting a cover. What the writer is trying to say. What are people's goals? whether the story is going in a more emphasized direction, whether it's going in a wraparound direction, whether it's going in a revealing direction, whether it's going in a concealed direction. Any answer should not be overlooked. You have to seduce people with the cover, but don't cheat them.

“Ha.”

She lowers her head and sighs deeply. The readers were going crazy with joy. They rejoiced at the fact that they could see a new article of coincidence. Normally, she would be in it, too. And he must have had a busy day with a little leap of faith in the fact that he could see the coincidence of writing one step ahead of everyone else. But this is weird. This frustration that I felt was extraordinary. It is everyday to think about design, but it has been a long time since I felt this overwhelming emotion.

Jung Eun saw the coincidence on the desk. Sublimatization. It's a good feeling title. It was an anticipating title. And the writing met that expectation. Not that it's an odd ending. Rather, it was shocking as if he had been beheaded. An unexpected end. I betrayed the readers who were obsessed with finding the culprit, but I admire it more than betrayal. The outcome exceeded his own expectations and thoughts.

Moreover, when I read the last one, I got caught up in a strange sensation. It is immersion. She belongs in the sight of it all being one. My whole body sinks wet. And when I got out of there, there was nothing left.

Nothing, so I don't know what to design. I don't know the center of the article. Fire, arsonist, firefighter, growth, speaker, suspicion, innocence, perpetrator, subject. They were all mixed up and couldn't find a spot. A maze. You seem like a foolish player who misunderstood the rules of the game. Everything was strange. She covers her head and mutters with a sigh.

“Once an image of fire. ”

I have to work. Stubborn is not a position to hold your hand. But I knew. There won't be any good covers in this state. She looks at the screen of the only light flowing out of the darkness. I typed two coincidences into the search box. Breaking news. Voices.

Interview. Kelly Coin. She used to play videos with a few clicks. She's been doing this 30 times, and everyone's waiting for a book of coincidence to come out. We have to finish the cover quickly. Make a cover that fits the article of chance. But I don't know. She's been so stiff for a long time. The video is over. The horn rings outside the office. There's a siren. I heard someone shouting, "I don't know who that is." I heard a dog bark.

“Let me ask.”

External irritation is required. I need his voice. She finally decided. Let's call Nam-Kyung in the morning at sunrise. And let's ask for an interview with the writer.

“If you say no, you have to ask for an email address. ”

The process caused the designer's eyes to glow dangerously.

“I'm sorry, but you declined. ”

Jung Eun was stiffened again on the spot. It hurts more than I thought. I hold my chest and take a deep breath. Nam-Kyung opened his mouth, feeling embarrassed by her shocking young gesture, but Jung Eun raised her hand.

“Then give me your email address. If you want my cover, you have to listen to it. ”

“Hmm."

When Nam-Kyung became preoccupied, Jeong Eun was captivated by the thought that it was difficult as well. The opponent is a coincidence. A genius writer hiding his face. He dared to look him in the eye. But there is no turning back. I have to work. I need to make money. You have to take responsibility for your role. And frankly, I'm gonna miss the face of coincidence. There are few opportunities like this. T was a guide, but Nam-Kyung told her she was riding.

“We're unable to provide you with your email address. ”

It was the same as the Qingcheon Wall. An image of an arrogant and unfortunate necessity appeared in my head.

“You don't know the importance of the cover. ”

This time, he raised his hand. She opens her mouth and stops speaking.

“You want a currency. ”

At that moment, I closed my mouth to what he had put in my head. Coincidence and currency. A much larger harvest than email. Jung Eun nodded softly, covering her mouth with her hands. The writer who writes great works is different no matter what. A thank-you note for the reader in the interview came to my mind. Jung Eun was unable to control the emotions that came to her mind and quickly spoke.

“Indeed, it is. I didn't think it would be easy to see the face of chance. because I have the ability to create images in my head out of sheets of paper. I have nothing to say even if I am warned by the writer. ”

“No.”

No, he said decisively. His glasses reflected the light.

“You're not that heavy by chance. ”

“Yes?”

“The writer wanted a way to make a call because he watched a spy movie last night. ”

“· · · · · · · Espionage movies? ”

“Yes, you said you wanted to feel indirect when you were on the phone with someone who didn't show their face. It's a rare opportunity. You'll use it in novels someday. ”

Jung Eun doubted her ears. Now, what the editor in charge of coincidence is saying is that the genius writer hiding his face took the means of currency not to hide his face, but to not see her face. She gives up on the words to describe her feelings and asks.

“What kind of person are you by chance? ”

As he moved his head, his eyes appeared beyond the glasses that reflected the light.

“I don't really know. ”

Nam-Kyung gave her a piece of paper. Whether she accepted it or not, Jeong Eun checked the contents. Today's date and time to come in 30 minutes, there were familiar locations near the office.

“What is this? ”

“It's a process for coincidence and currency. ”

Nam-Kyung got up from his seat.

“I'll go with you. ”

Jung Eun was amazed and strange, and packed for a special meeting that was probably the only one in the world.

The two of them were headed in front of the pay phone, which takes about 10 minutes to walk. The pay phone was on the side of the road where the car went. A few steps from here, you'll find a cotton office in the neighborhood. There was a convenience store across the street from the booth. The building next door had only other convenience stores for brands. It was near the office, so it was a frequent pass. But I've never used a pay phone here.

In Jung Eun's memory, there was a faint memory that was lined up to use a pay phone in the past. I waited 10 minutes for as long as an hour. It was a time when there was no way to talk unless we met face to face. Time has passed and times have changed. Since then, Booth's appearance has changed a lot. It's prettier. It was cool. It is designed to be used as a place of evacuation in times of danger. But no one is looking. A car passed over the booth. I didn't pay any attention to this place. I quickly passed by without hesitation.

Nam-Kyung entered the public phone booth first. Jung Eun sensed that there would be a coincidence here. Nam-Kyung put the card in the pay phone, pressed the card password and then pressed the other person's number. She didn't know if it was a coincidence or someone's phone number. However, I was now relaxed by the sound of accidental listening.

“Yes, sir. ”

I heard the voice of Nam-Kyung. There are coincidences out there. Jung Eun stares at the handset in his hand. Nam-Kyung answered a few times and left the handset next to him and came out from inside. Jing Eun stepped in without hesitation, alternating with him. Then I picked up the phone. Heavy. A long, twisted rope makes a sharp noise. You hear a small breath.

“Hello?"

Low and calm, that was the first thing I thought of hearing his voice.

“Hello, Writer. Process is a designer. I'm in charge of your cover. ”

His voice rings in the booth. It didn't sound like his voice. Yes, hello. The other side makes sense.

“It's a writer's coincidence. Good to see you.”

“Yes. Pleasure to meet you too. ”

“I'm sorry to see you like this. I have a situation, too. ”

“No, no. I heard about it. I get it. ”

An espionage film. In fact, I didn't understand a thing, but Jung Eun happily told a lie for coincidence.

“I feel like I've met someone from a legend. ”

I did. I heard laughter from a long way away. It's a coincidence.

“You were real. ”

“Thankfully. Thanks to you, I'm writing. ”

Jung Eun added the horse to fix it because it sounded a little strange.

“I've actually sketched you before, by chance. That's why it's more like this. Haha.”

“That's amazing. What did you draw? ”

“I drew it very handsomely. There's the female version, there's the haircut version, there's the female version. ”

I lost the conversation for a moment. JeongEun abandoned all of them and turned away the horse.

“I've been really focused on this article. The word" also "came out. ”

“Thank you."

It's the same tone I heard in the interview. He is a coincidence. Jung Eun simply continued the conversation, suppressing the overwhelming feeling. The atmosphere has cleared. When Jung Eun thinks we should get to the point, she asks first.

“What are you confused about? ”

“Everything.”

I answered without hesitation. As long as the center of the article is confused, it is useless to understand anything. You can only catch a simple appearance as a figure of fire. There are many forms in fire, and there are many faces in a person. There was a voice beyond the phone that seemed to understand.

“I was very confused when I wrote it. ”

Fancy Nail (1) End

lim Han-baek