Great Novelist

The story flowed naturally. As the conversations changed, the atmosphere slowly went up and then repeated to slowly go down. When the speaker emptied out three glasses of wine, two glasses of water, and two glasses of carbonated water, the flow of the conversation was towards him.

“That was a great ending. ”

The speaker said that with a drunk face rather than a drink. A face that is not red at all is facing you.

“All the teachers I knew were surprised. ”

She told me about her reactions to sublimation among the people she met at the venue or office. She told a good story, but I'm sure one of them had suspicious eyes. The speech suddenly burst into laughter.

“But do you know how bored he was? I heard about you at the press conference, and you were sitting there all by yourself. Rather conspicuous. ”

He said as if it was nothing.

“I was bored just talking about this side or that side of the tail. ”

“It was worth it. ”

“That's why I stayed silent. ”

The book burst out an elongated smile, whether the scene came again. He saw the situation of eating quietly. Like all writers, he never questioned, or doubted, about literature.

“Why don't you ask? ”

“What.”

“About the system. ”

Hyundai handed the hair down lightly. White hair swept through my fingers. He seems to have thrown away a certain amount of rash swinging around. The book said that no matter how far the disciples went, she kept the position. Age.

There was as much gap as the car. He hasn't caught up with them yet. His bold voice confirms it.

“Don't ask. ”

“Yes · · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

Like he said, if he asks, if he tells you everything, it won't change. He had already created his own solid world, and it was like a door that couldn't be opened from the outside.

“Aren't you curious? ”

“I'm not old enough to be curious. ”

“You're curious. ”

From there, Hyundai raised his mouth. I noticed a small wrinkle that looks like a dimple.

“I'm a writer, too. ”

At that moment, the faces of the writers who were aggressively rushing past my head. They do whatever it takes to get what they want. I'm sure you will. I've been in a room for years, and I don't hesitate to write a list to get to know myself. Ridiculous.

Highly cruel data is also viewed with eyes. Surely a decent old man who is in front of you is sitting inside that heart. Hyundai notices what he's thinking and adds,

“I've never killed anyone. ”

“Of course.”

“But I wrote a scene like that once. ”

That's it. That's one way to put it.

“I know I can't do it all. I have food I can't eat and food I don't like. ”

“Aren't you going to force it? ”

“I'm not eating. There's no reason for that. ”

The child shouts about food that he has not eaten. You can imagine it without eating it. can be predicted. You can be afraid, and you can also like it.

“I'll just write it down and ask. For example, to the homeless. Ask me if this is against your feelings. ”

I felt like a homeless man who had been asked for a while. It was not difficult for a writer with homeless experience. Perhaps he will smile. Maybe she's crying. You won't be able to keep the peace. Here comes another miserable life. So early.

Then I'll sneak into the bookstore and bring out a book.

“If I write about you, I'll write about you as I please and ask you. ”

“I'd be surprised. The fact that it's not that different from the real thing. ”

His expression did not change.

“I'm more interested in what you write than how you write it. And I'm more interested in what I write than that. ”

I felt a slight glimpse of the hidden desire in my calm eyes. It was the greed of wanting to write better than anyone else. White hair and clean posture. The elements that made him were delirious.

“You're writing. ”

“You know what?”

He's a writer. He's not lost. Unlike other writers who could not read their own writings and hold a pen. He was reading the river, reading the sublimation, and reading all the articles on the cannula and the Hugo, he was writing boldly. I carved that opponent into my eyes. Joe.

I felt like writing gold. And one day, he secretly thought that his writing would be a little more spectacular, and he wanted to see him hum the song.

“Hey, wake up. ”

I felt a shock at the same time as the sound. He opened his eyes, tapping his back. In front of it was a line of fire.

“Why?”

“Time to go to the gatekeeper. ”

I wiped my frizzy face. I was packing my luggage in a daze, and I was staring quietly in front of the painter who was already prepared.

“Do you have something to say? ”

“Are you writing these days? ”

“Write every day. ”

“That's not it. You must know that. ”

“I wish I knew more precisely. Don't get me wrong. ”

I could not help but look up at the cool eyes of Sunhwa. Recently, my eyes were shaded by worries. The thing about her is that she solved that problem in any way.

“You always have a new book when you write more at night. I'm asking if it's like that again. ”

I wrote something.

“I want to submit a deadline first. ”

“A deadline?”

“The gatekeeper. ”

“Ah.”

Shenzhen nods. This was the last book I ever wrote as a book. She was squeezing a plot with all her heart.

“You already have. ”

“We're not done yet. ”

“I didn't even start. ”

He turned to talk.

“You seem to be in a good mood, by the way. Is something wrong? ”

“You know what?”

She smiles coolly.

“There's a new comic book by my favorite artist. ”

“That's something to celebrate. ”

“And I have a job I want to do. ”

This was it. He saw the face of a smiling flower.

“That's something to celebrate. What kind of job is that?"

Seonhua twists his head a little shy.

“Teacher.”

“Oh.”

“I'm not surprised. ”

Seonhwa said with a fat expression. Actually, I was guessing a little. What she changed was when Moon said she was satisfied and gave her advice. He was looking after the children at that time. There was a glare that was shining in my eyes. Teacher Moon's words comforted her.

“It's no surprise. ”

“Spring was amazing. ”

A scene of her joyous celebration comes to mind. He smiled a little and soon turned to poverty. There were already children in the room.

“What are you writing? ”

The twins rush in as he pulls the manuscript out of his bag. His arms held the gaming machine, and his work held the books on sex life in their hands.

“I think I can write an exhibition. ”

“Oh.”

The jewel next to him shines brightly. The official said:

“Nails are a failure after all. ”

“Yes. That's it. ”

No matter how hard you struggle, you fail. Just as there was no turning back time, so was failure. Failure remains. And they accumulate, and that failures become experiences and standards.

“Even people like you can't write well. ”

He waved the manuscript lightly.

“That failure is melted in here. ”

“I want to read it first. ”

The twins said at the same time. And they looked at each other. It was a more passionate look than before.

“Don't order already. It's not finished yet. And Moon's the first one, right? ”

“The manuscript is full. ”

“As I always say, the completion of writing is retreat. ”

“Another failure, another retreat. ”

Someone like you. His arms mutter a little like twin sisters. It was sloppy to say that.

“Maybe it's just a coincidence that you're writing in the same process. ”

I cut off that useless sound.

“If you want to have the most fun reading my work, you'd better be patient. They say an empty stomach is the best seasoning. ”

“Yes.”

It was clear that he was reluctant to answer. There was still time until the book began formally. The twins' voices grab hold of you as you look through the manuscript.

“You just happened to win an annular. ”

I glanced at the manuscript. It was the same with the other members, but it was somewhat awkward.

“I wonder what you're doing now. ”

His twin brother agreed to what his arms said.

“Yeah. I heard you were overseas. I heard you're staying at Kelly Coin's. ”

“Really?"

“I don't know. I saw you put a bunch of random guesses on your blog. But that's really persuasive. In fact, there was a theory that he was at the awards ceremony. There was an Asian guy in the footage, and he looked so young. ”

“I got an article saying that's not today. I was a publisher.”

“Oh, really? ”

I was interrupted and said. The twins nod, correcting incorrect information. The Empire was a horse.

“I saw an interview overseas with someone who might be a coincidence agent. He didn't say anything about coincidence, either. I heard you might lose your job if you leak information about coincidences. ”

This is the first I've heard of it. The butterfly seems to be joking a lot.

“If it's a coincidence, can't an agent be replaced with one hand? ”

“It's that easy, being a world-class writer. But the writer has an agent. I didn't know.”

I'm not joking. Most of the public's words were wrong. However, his free arm who heard the message was drinking more than doubts. It was a landscape that was often seen in celebrity-themed conversations. Coincidence was a celebrity.

“I know someone at the publisher. ”

I took my eyes off the manuscript and said, The twins reacted quickly.

“Really?"

“You did?”

“Why, jewellery said that when we were in public relations. Information about coincidence is coming in fast, a lot. ”

That's what it was. The twins understood the situation with a somewhat omitted sentence. And I expected it.

“Have you heard of any coincidences? - What are you doing? ”

He chose a horse for a moment. Then I looked at the manuscript in front of me. He's still writing over and over again. I met someone who wasn't shaken by his writing, and I saw him give up on his dream. How that little trophy stuck to the book.

I felt it, and I felt prejudices and conjectures surrounding him everywhere. It was glamorous. It was impetuous. And it was a little fun.

“Just.”

“Just?”

“He said he's doing just fine taking three meals a day. ”

What has changed is not who you are. The twins are in a commotion, asking for the informant's information, saying, "Who can't?"

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