Great Novelist

“Ha.”

He returned home. I opened the visit and remembered that there was one more thing to clear up the scene. High plaintiffs occupying the room. A mountain. Paper is a mountain. There was no place to go, so there were boxes in the corner of the living room. My mother came into the room.

I told them to move it or throw it away every time. I had a strong feeling that even the bed would be taken away. I twisted my body to open the window. A tall stack of boxes stood in the way of opening the window.

I still didn't feel frustrated. All of his frustrations are in a box with letters. The piles of paper here are proof that the emotions have dissipated. He successfully digested and vented this amount of emotion.

He took a book out of his bag. It was a book of books I've been reading lately. This is a book that began when the speaker thought that he was consumed as a writer. The speaker thought that there was no more inside her. Excellent.

Crab has invented a story. I created. The speaker was still a great artist and respected novelist.

Books save people. The book of books was warm. It is no coincidence that you are reading the book of the book at this point. I can write a book that my hands can read when I'm thinking about something.

“Genius.”

He recalls a conversation he had with Kelly Coin. It's a word I hate a lot. Coincidence is a genius for others. Forever is a genius. What about you, then? An ordinary student. I liked it. But I started to hear it again. I had a successor who called himself a genius. It's God.

It is a sign that you are no longer able to get what you want, and at the same time, the time has come. A powerful signal from a cheerful friend who reads a lot of books.

You hear a new cry outside the window. I remembered a conversation with Dongbaek. He described himself as attractive. Inside was the homeless self and the alcoholic self. I closed my eyes. I wanted to continue the conversation. I see red wallpaper. Floor

Both the chair and the chair are red. A red flower hovers in my head.

“You're charming. ”

Dongbaek opened his mouth.

“You have the strangest parts. It's like all the emotions you put into your work are always so bold and strangely mature. But I can communicate with you. I understand why the author can write that. I can understand.

It could be a son. ”

He was convinced.

“I still remember the first time I spoke to the writer. You will be accepted positively. ”

He has shown this conviction before. It was when I spoke about the language of God. His hunch came true. I have eyes to see. Fascinating. He did not silence the ugliest moment of his life.

“I might end up homeless. You might not be able to lean on alcohol. ”

After that, I put the truth in my mouth like an excuse.

“Anyone can do that. ”

I didn't see Dongbaek's face. However, the low voice that came back was not so serious.

“If you say that, I'll get stabbed in the heart. After all, he's the head of a company. ”

Dongbaek also has a fear of being destroyed. By your side, the rose nods loudly. Everything that caught my eye was red. It was like a warning light.

“If that's the case, everyone's going to blame him. ”

It's ugly and pathetic. Blaming an individual for leaving society is easier than breathing. And it comes with strange pleasures. I can rest assured that I am in a position to insult him.

“Yes, I will. ”

Dongbaek agreed.

“I'm scared. ”

I'm afraid to swear. I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of the shame and the wounds I'll feel when I fall. I know the pain. I didn't want to receive the disgusting gaze that was looking at me again.

“But then you can't write. ”

You can't write because you're afraid of failure. I'm full of worries, so I can't write a sentence. Could there be a better sentence than this? If you write this sentence, the whole text will be destroyed. It's not like you're supposed to take this sentence out of someone else's hands.

Maybe. The more I think about it, the more terrifying it is, so I can't move on to the next sentence until the sentence is perfect.

“There is no perfect sentence in the world. ”

Failure hurts. It's natural to fear what hurts. But there is nothing to be afraid of. Then it is natural for you to do nothing. Everything you've done so far is unnatural. No, I'm always afraid

I did not feel the bay. More diverse emotions pop up when writing.

“That's interesting.”

Dongbaek said, he was listening to all of his consciousness.

“You're thinking about it. ”

“Yes, I'm thinking about it. ”

“Worrying isn't bad. It's a process for reaching your own conclusions. It's part of life to think, to move, to solve. ”

“But when you have a problem, your head gets complicated. ”

“Not so often. Whatever's appropriate is good. ”

Rose opened her mouth.

“The writer is avoiding. ”

The table turns. The table that begins to return does not stop.

“You're not thinking about what to think. ”

He nods. Rose was right.

“What you need to think about is not the nature of failure, but whether to face it or not. ”

“You can't possibly not know what we know. ”

“We're not the ones who should be in front of you. ”

You hear a cry. Someone walks into a sealed place. Kelly Coin.

“Genius.”

I heard the conversation. The word "genius" is too light. Unsatisfied. I like it bigger, shinier, more glamorous. He certainly said so. You hear a cheerful laugh behind your back.

“I knew this would happen after my lunch. I wish more people would agree with you than anyone else. I want you to know who you are, and I want everyone to read you. ”

Of course, he didn't deny it. Clearly, there is such a need to sleep inside of him. You hear a cry. You turn your head. I saw a stain on the wallpaper that was full of flowers. It looked like it was scorched black.

“Here comes the crow. ”

The crow was sitting still on the table. The table was turning. The crows spread their wings in a reflexive manner, but enjoyed a world that was still turning. I didn't seem to care that I had to stop one day.

He knew what he was turning away from. You must make a choice. The world is just a fright. Eating food and walking the path are all dangerous. I'm afraid of failing. Then what about success? It's as scary as failure. Unstoppable success is like failure. Halls

It was the same for me to stay there. If you start to be afraid, there is no end. He asked the crows. It was like a consultation.

“Tired?”

The crow shakes his head. He is not tired.

“Tired?”

The crow considers for a moment, then shakes his head.

“So you can take one more step, right? ”

Asked for opinions from a variety of people Some people ask you to make it public. Some people say not to disclose it. As I listened to them, I became clear what I wanted. The crow cries. I wanted to be great.What is great? You don't know how to be great.

C. I was talking about it. But he is not a man who does nothing. He is not a man who does not fear failure. He is not only a man who pursues success.

I waved my hand at the crow. The table stops. The crow is stunned and frightened by a sudden attack. You take a step back. But the eyes were looking this way. He tries to resist. In fear, he hesitates, and spreads his wings.

“Rarely do we agree. ”

The crow turns away as if laughing at his words. He opened his eyes. I looked at the book in my hand. It was a book of scriptures. Let's move after you finish reading this book. At that speed, I was confident I wouldn't fall.

*

When can we face coincidence? Earth revolves and time flows. High school seniors in Korea have no interest in preparing for the upcoming qualifications. In the corner of the blackboard, I was erasing the remaining dates one by one. Journalists are filming every year.

It was boring and welcoming. But this year is a little special. Thanks to an amazing writer who appeared in Korea. He debuted in paragraphs at a young age. The debut was quickly added to the best seller, receiving the praise of local critics. But he was the one who got his attention.

Yu was not the only one. There were other factors that made me so curious. It is that he hides his face. In fact, it is not a coincidence that one of the writers does not show his face. Unpopular authors, authors with anthropomorphosis, great novels around the world

I was one of the authors who wrote a novel that was rated.

The writer found out that he asked the publisher himself to hide his face for a comfortable school life. What if the coming qualification passes and the time comes to graduate from school? Coincidence reveals its face. Face the reader, face the press. If not, then college.

To go to school and hide my face again to make my school life comfortable. You can think of a variety of other cases. · · · · · · · However, the writing is desired. I wish it were a coincidence. It would be expected by most readers of coincidence all over the world. Because we like coincidences.

Because I like accidental writing. I want to know every hair on my head about someone I like.

Nam-Kyung let down his paper and sighed deeply. There are dozens of similar articles. It is a text that says I want it to be a coincidence. Publishers are also posting live

While deciding which paper to write for the book, people asked. The publisher was always on the same phone when he received the sample of the leash, when he scheduled with his customer, and when he had a meeting. Coincidence is revealing your face. Even after the editorial meeting, editors

You did not leave. It was time to share information about coincidences that would not be released externally. Everyone wanted the publisher to make an announcement.

“First we have to listen to the author. ”

However, I'm sorry for those people, but even the publisher was still unaware of the heart of the writer.

“Editor in charge. ”

On that call, he swallowed a sigh.

I want to know about coincidences (3) End

lim Han-baek