Great Novelist

“Then what would Coin think of you? ”

The interviewer said the opposite, as if to ask the promised question. It was a very familiar question. I've been asked similar questions before I couldn't help but say it when I thought about it.

“Phone.”

“Yes?”

“Should I call her? To Coin.”

The interviewer did not say what it meant. He also knows how accidental voices are first revealed in the world. I looked at him, looking for words to answer.

“Isn't it best for the party to answer these questions directly? ”

“I won't deny it. ”

His eyes were wide open. He was very pleased with the situation.

“But will it be okay? It's going to be late. ”

Concerns of courtesy, there is no sound of quitting the call with an excuse.

“I got it when I got up. ”

The interviewer immediately opened his mouth.

“Let's try the call then. ”

I didn't have to go far. The same is true of great preparations. Simply unplug the phone that was turned off for the interview and turn it on. Suddenly, I was surrounded by a sudden change in circumstances. Butterflies were having a conversation with Nam-Kyung. Neither one was dry. I was just worried about what the answer would be to Coin.

“What do you think he'll say? ”

What kind of answer would he give? May I praise coincidence. May I condemn you. Let me tell you how I feel about being honest. Should I put a lie in my mouth? I imagined Coin in my head. There was one scene that came to mind first.

“Why don't we just hang up? ”

“If he can. ”

Seeing the bitter smile of the interviewer, I made a phone call. I took it to the ear, and I heard a connection. While the repeated voices continued for a long time, the staff was busy looking at the camera.

“No one called Kelly Coin. ”

The interviewer sweeps his forehead and mutters small. More people are waiting for Coin to answer the call. At that moment, I heard a rattling sound in my ears. I lost my repeated voice.

“Hello?"

The user talks to the target, and the area becomes quiet. The interviewer stared at him fiercely.

“What?”

A nervous tone. Coin answers the phone.

“How are you? ”

“You just ruined it. ”

The user scolds the target without hesitation. I didn't seem to wake up from my voice.

“You weren't sleeping? ”

“I was reading. ”

It was common for him to read until late at night. I'm sorry to interrupt your reading, but I wanted to see you about something, so I went straight to the point.

“Do you know what I'm doing? ”

“Do the damn riddle by yourself. ”

“I'm doing an interview. ”

“· · · · · · · Where. ”

When I mentioned the magazine's name, Coin made a sound and said.

“I've done this before. ”

“That's right."

“I'll go first. ”

“Yes.”

I feel something stretching. I replied familiarly because it didn't happen for a day or two.

“So why did you call me? ”

I already knew the situation and felt that I was asking.

“I just have a question. ”

“Well."

“What do you think of me? ”

It was a question he asked himself one day. Coin said instead of answering.

“Did the interviewer ask you another cliché question? ”

“That's not the first time I've heard that. ”

“And you brought it to me? ”

“Isn't that what learning is all about? ”

I heard the sound of my tongue kicking. He gives the order with a long mop.

“Make me hear everything. ”

“Yes.”

I followed without words. I felt a small sensation from his tone. With a sigh, my hands were in my ears. The interviewer was aware of the situation and focused on the machine in his hand.

“What do I think of you? ”

Coin's voice rings in the house. Everyone was looking forward to it. Only he notices the flow in it, alone.

“I'm only going to say this once. Listen up."

“Yes.”

Everyone felt like they were coming forward one step at a time. Everyone seems to be sticking out their necks and just looking at the machine. Coin says in his hand.

“Don't ask me that silly question. ”

There was a rumbling sound. He hung up. The tension he inflicted vanishes without any recuperation. I told him I was dazed.

“I was right, wasn't I? ”

Only a silent and awkward smile floats through the air.

“That's Kelly Coin. ”

“Haha.”

“But I think he's conscious of you. Seems cautious. ”

He said he heard a small leaking voice.

“I see.”

After saying that, the interviewer began to say whether he had just remembered the question.

“By the way, did you ever meet an American journalist before your face was revealed? Not as a journalist, but as a groom. ”

“Oh, yes. There is.”

He folded his head in the memory of the red hat that just came to his mind.

“I know a friend of mine, who said he was wearing a red hat at the time. Right after the Hugo Awards ceremony. ”

“I did.”

“That red hat next to Kelly Coin really was a coincidence, wasn't it? ”

“Yes, I pretended not to know then. I thought maybe Coin would cooperate, but I didn't want to deal with the reporter in the middle, so he just sold me out. ”

The interviewer smiled and said it was worth the coin. He thought for a moment and said.

“Luckily, the reporter I met at the time didn't ask a lot of questions. You wouldn't have noticed my face because I was pressing on my hat. The next time he went, he asked me to show his face. If my interview was in the United States, I would be doing what I was asked to do. ”

“I see. He's a journalist, too. Would you like to keep the recorder between us?" ”

“As you can see from my record, I'm not very fond of standing in front of people. ”

He looks familiar. He takes a moment to organize his thoughts and looks at the data.

“I'll skip to the first time the writer appeared. He climbed a trail of debut birds. He was 16 years old. ”

“Yes.”

“Thinking about it now, do you think you are young too? ”

“Here you go. I was really young. ”

“What about the work? Does your work feel as young as the one you wrote? ”

He chose a horse.

“I feel less ignorant than I am young. ”

“Ignorance?”

“Yes, I was thinking about writing without any plans. Of course I thought it would fall off. ”

“What was the situation back then? ”

It's been a long time coming to my mind. At that time, he was thinking about the future.

“Just like everyone else, 16 is a time to worry about your career. It was the same for me, when I realized that I needed to be able to take responsibility for myself as an adult. But I wasn't very good at it. They're not grades, they're not good, they're not athletic. I can't paint, I can't sing. I had nothing. I thought I was going to be a pathetic adult. I was anxious.”

“You didn't know yourself. You are now a world-class writer. ”

No, I knew myself well. He was a pathetic adult.

“You'll soon be an adult. even though I already look like an adult. ”

The interviewer groaned and asked.

“Are you still afraid of being a pathetic adult? ”

“Yes. No one knows the future. ”

“What made you write for the first time? You don't have to have a plan to fight, but you don't have to have writing, right? ”

“I don't really have a clue. Writing was my habit. I've had this habit of holding a pen when I was angry or happy or whatever, when I was shaking. But I never thought I was good at writing. ”

“Why? A lot of people value your writing. ”

“These are manuscripts that I write as a habit, rolling around in this room. ”

The rebuttal convinces the situation quietly.

“When I heard the story, the next sound of crying was, in some ways, the writer's first writing from the perspective of the writer. Before that, I was just a habitual writer. ”

I agreed with him.

“Weeping from crying meant asking for help, right? The protagonist no longer cries when the listener is gone. ”

“Very simply put. ”

“Do you think it has a cyclical personality when it comes to your situation? ”

“It has to do with my experience. It reminded me of the first time I heard crying. ”

“Can you explain what happened? ”

He said he had picked up one stroller coming down the hill with both arms.

“I got it, but the stroller fell. I didn't hear any crying. And that static concluded that my brain had died. I was terrified. It was a fear of weight I'd never experienced before. ”

If you think about it, your fingertips will still be cold.

“What happened to the child? ”

“I cried.”

“You're alive.”

“Yes, she cried late. After what we've been through, I can't help it. ”

“Could the progress of the crying have had a somewhat dark and unethical effect? ”

“Maybe.”

This is my first post after I came back from the dead. I did not deny that it is the most vivid story I have ever written.

“As I said before, you're an adult now. You can drink, you can smoke. ”

“Yes.”

“There's a lot of alcohol in your job as a writer, how about you? ”

“When I grew up, I decided to have a drink with my friends. But I don't want to become friends with alcohol. And I don't really like writers who rely on alcohol. ”

“Is that your view as a teenager who hasn't had a drink yet? ”

“Maybe so. But I think there's a pretty good chance that I'll stay away from alcohol. It ruins what you need most when you're writing. That's already been proven by many writers. ”

“Even if you drink, you get visions? ”

He laughed a little.

“Then I don't need any more booze. ”

He said decisively. The interviewer did not dig deep.

“You're going to have a little more experience in the future. What would you like to write? ”

“Well, I don't want to decide what I want to write. because it doesn't have to go the way it's supposed to, and it doesn't have to. And the answer is, I want to write an indefinite article. ”

“What do you write to the writer? ”

I took a moment to think about it. One word came to mind. Digestion.

“The writing is my organ. It's an emotional organ. ”

The interviewer asked what the metaphor meant. I answered briefly.

“If you stop, you won't be able to live well. ”

End of Author's House (8)

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