Great Novelist

I told the facilitator what the failure was.

“Literally. You've failed before, haven't you? She's ashamed, she wants to turn back time, but she hopes she can help in the future. ”

You hear a little laugh. It was flat.

“It's strange to hear the word failure in the writer's mouth. ”

“That's what everyone says. ”

I have often heard that I am a writer who does not fail. Every time I did that, I felt like he was someone else. So did the facilitator - he came out here to be questioned and asked because he was someone else. The facilitator digs as the horse stops talking.

“So you went through the same process while writing the novel published this time? ”

The worm leaves no trace. In the host's words, Flannery put the title on her mouth.

“You could say that. ”

“The title is impressive. Reminds me of your debut, Bird. ”

He sits down to fix his posture.

“What does the title have to do with bird tracks? ”

The facilitator asked the first question about the novel. When the title was first published, many people found a connection to the bird trail. He shakes his head slowly.

“No, because Gaza was an insect. This is a sentence that I swiped to find a good title. ”

“So this book is completely irrelevant? ”

“Well, not at all. It's actually a completely opposite atmosphere. If the bird trail is simple and liberating, the insect is a complex and obstructive image. So birds leave traces, insects leave no traces. ”

The facilitator listened to the story. He did not want to miss any small information. The facilitator, who heard the answer to the end, looked at the flat.

“How did you read this book? Can you comment on that? ”

“I'm a little embarrassed to say this in front of the writer. ”

The fierce critic takes off his feet. He's the one who talks what he wants. He said, remembering the bitterness he had heard in the past.

“Tell me what you have. ”

Flats sweep down the tie and open their mouths.

“Actually, when I first heard about love, I felt like I could see a vague coincidence. I was curious about the love that coincidence showed, but I was biased about the age of the writer until the end. ”

I listened to him quietly.

“Five pages of the book broke my mind. ”

He emphasized that it was shattered. The facilitator nodded slightly to meet the top.

“Closed image. Forgotten memories and resurrected memories. Weird story about growing bugs. Framed structure that was able to implement it stably. ”

Every time the flank speaks, his tie moves across the crest. Reflects light at various angles each time it moves.

“Everything is in harmony. Very impressive. I also heard that it was a coincidence. There is a reason to write a book fearlessly at this time. I was sure I was going to be fine. ”

I can feel the camera grabbing his face. I was watching his face. There was a glimpse of the willingness not to miss a slight fluctuation. I just blinked.

“And this piece also goes beyond a few points of understanding. ”

“What part? ”

I was not a facilitator to let it go. As the facilitator settled down, the march calmly replied.

“It's just been published, so I won't go into more detail. But if you've read it, you know it. because everybody would have thought the same thing. ”

“What is it? ”

He asked, "What's wrong with you?" I asked him myself, and his expression shook. And then I got to the point.

“Writer, have you ever had a drink? ”

You grab the face that's trying to move in a reflexive fashion. I answered calmly.

“I've had a few drinks from my parents. ”

“Have you ever been drunk? ”

“How dare I get drunk in front of my parents? ”

“You can do it with a slap. I actually had a drink on the sly when I was a student. Have you ever had a drink instead of water at a math trip or a class? ”

“Nothing.”

I didn't lie. I have never drunk in front of my parents, or taken alcohol instead of water on a math trip or training trip. I've only ever drank a pitcher as an adult.

“Why are you so adamant about alcohol? ”

The facilitator pretended to stop him and asked. It is a question to continue the story.

“Among the scenes in the novel, there are many scenes that are lost in memory. It's on the outside. It's on the inside. But the process of solving that process is very similar to how alcohol is consumed. ”

I wrote it on purpose. I read it properly.

“Memory is an important symbol and device in fiction. It's paradoxically liberating in a closing story. I can't be that twisted if I'm reading it. But strangely cool. You have no idea what that means, do you? You'll know it when you read the book. ”

Pyeongjin also included a statement recommending books as a book broadcaster. And then I got back to the point.

“How can a young writer say that? ”

I answered slowly.

“I appreciate the offer, but there's nothing special. I saw other people drinking it. ”

The flank shakes its head slightly. It seemed to say that it could not be described as such.

“So, how do you feel about using what you did not experience as an important topic? ”

“I have an impressive scene. It's a memory of how ugly a drunk person is. I've seen a drunk. ”

“Of course. ”

The flank takes a step back. But it was retreat for advancement.

“Then, did you have no desire? ”

“What kind of insult? ”

“I want to drink myself. I want to drink and get drunk. I want to get drunk and write something with a deeper interpretation. ”

Indeed, he was a critic. I know what kind of traits writers have.

“Can I be honest with you? ”

“Yes.”

“There was. As time went on, it got stronger. ”

I want to drink alcohol. There was definitely a need for that. I was thirsty when I wrote about alcohol. It must have been over time. It was in the past that he got drunk and became a mess. The farther away from the past, the weaker the memory, the stronger the desire. But I didn't finish drinking. It is because the fear of failure is also sleeping inside of him.

“How did you resolve your desire? ”

“I liberated it instead. I put a scare into them. I heard the Coin Experience firsthand. ”

Anecdotes are famous for Coin's admission to the hospital for alcohol. The facilitator added a brief description of the coin for the viewer. The flank is still not convincing. He opened his mouth for him.

“Is that all? ”

“Do you want to know how I was able to write that scene? ”

“· · · · · · · Stop burning. ”

Opens his eyes. His eyes reflect as much light as his tie. He decided to borrow some words that he had heard from a novelist.

“This is what I've learned. ”

“Yes.”

“If you don't know, you can ask. ”

I asked the alcoholic in me the whole time I was writing. Is this similar? Is this okay? Is this enough to elicit your reaction?

“I know someone who's spent a lot of time blaming it on alcohol. I took the manuscript to him. At first, they threw him out. You can't even buy a drink with that. ”

A plaintiff of chance. I remembered the face of the flat.

“At least I fixed it so it would be worth it. It failed again. It was so boring that the letters were shaking. I repeated it several times. He took a piece of paper and wrote it himself. Others were unreadable characters. ”

It was pathetic.

“What happened at the end? Did he read the sentence in the book after fixing it? ”

“Yes, I read it. ”

Flats asked.

“What did he say? ”

Unfortunately, he didn't say anything.

“I just listened quietly and left. ”

That's it. No compliments or positives. The flats shut quietly. Since then, there have been a few questions about books. The end of the recording is near. The facilitator turns his head to look at the plain.

“Last thing you want to say to the writer is coincidence. ”

Pyeongjin was filled with regrets.

“I wish I had more time. I wanted to tell you a story about another book. And if you can, there's a book broadcast that I'm doing. Did you know?”

The Great Reading Panel.

“Enjoy.”

“Oh, really? I hope you'll be able to take a seat. I want to continue with what I couldn't tell you today. ”

“Can I do this here? ”

“I'm fine as it's the same broadcaster. ”

I've been asked a lot of questions, and I think I've given him a lot of answers, but he's still expressing a lack of them, and I feel like a three-year cut is coming.

“You must have had your first interview today. How are you feeling? ”

“Yes, thanks to you, I was able to finish without a big accident. ”

“Could today be a great way for viewers to learn about the accidental writer who's been in the veil? ”

“I hope so. ”

The facilitator thought for a moment and said,

“I don't know what's going to happen with editing, but I'm sure no one who's seen this interview will suspect that you didn't write it yourself. ”

He smiled lightly.

“Thank you for the interview. ”

You face down. When I looked up, the camera was illuminating only the facilitator. You should not open your mouth now. The facilitator greeted the viewer.

“Well done!”

PD and the writer stood up and spoke softly. He breathed deeply secretly. I felt weak in my nervous body. My back was sore, but I didn't care. The people who greeted in the camera asked again as if this was a completely different space.

Well done.Well said. He's also a coincidence writer. He did the same for them.

“May I have your autograph? ”

“Oh, yes. ”

The staff who were standing and watching throughout the recording came back. They were the ones who had not received it before the start. He took the book, one by one, and wrote down his autograph and name. I took a picture with the person who asked me to take a picture. I came back to the waiting room and said to Nam-Kyung, who was excited and praising himself.

“Let's go home. ”

Reason the author has no prize (6) Ends

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