Great Novelist

A meal has come out. Someone I've seen before has brought food inside. I felt like the owner of the shop. The owner checks his face and leaves the room, leaving only a note saying, "Enjoy your meal." I ate soup. It was delicious. I think I thought the same thing back then. It was a place for Nam-Kyung to come often. I had a simple conversation while eating. He put a little money talk in his mouth.

“How's the homepage? ”

Asked about the website of a very active publisher recently, Nam-Kyung said well and picked up the underlying compliment.

“I'm still swamped with requests for books. I can show you now, if you want. ”

“That's okay. ”

People still want it. I'm curious, he asked.

“Have you thought about making a short payment? ”

I didn't deny it, but the penis pushed out strongly in response to leaving room.

“Let's cut it short. Writer.”

I hear that a lot. The psychological distance with the readers was reduced after revealing his face. Their request is clearly communicated. I felt strong about what they wanted. Nam-Kyung's words overlapped with the reader's voice.

“I have something I want to write about. ”

“Yes?”

Nam-Kyung blinked as he had unexpected information.

“A story about a school background. ”

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The editor caught a glimpse. Coincidence has a mind elsewhere. The target is extremely seductive. Even that was harsh. It was about the school. It's a good ringer.

“I'm more interested in writing in the future than I was writing in the past. ”

He said confidently. It was my attitude as a writer.

“Yes.”

“To be honest, I don't care about the fragments, but I want to concentrate on the ideas. ”

He thought, if it had been before he revealed his face, he would have gone straight to action without saying a word to Nam-Kyung. But things changed.

“But I keep wanting to be around. ”

Turning your back on the reader is not the author's idea. Nam-Kyung nodded in a daze.

“If you don't decide, this situation will continue. That's why I wanted to see you today. ”

Nam-Kyung is an editor. He was a bookmaker. The role is different from the author who writes. His view of the writing will be different from that of the author. There was an answer I wanted to hear from him. There was an answer I was expecting.

“Short or new? ”

“Take a look at this. ”

I took the manuscript out of my bag in advance. Nam-Kyung stared at him and asked.

“Is that...? ”

“This is a short manuscript. ”

Nam-Kyung accepted the manuscript with both hands. There were many dirty manuscripts. This is what a lot of readers wanted. I turned the page slowly. Sand eggs and nails. A speaker based on different content. Heavy. That was the first impression I got. It didn't take much time to read.

"The writing is different. ”

It was a small relief to see the poor look on Nam-Kyung's face. The look of an editor reading a manuscript makes the author nervous. It felt new to show him what I wrote at school.

“Yes, it was to hide the coincidence. ”

“It feels heavier and more serious than a coincidence. ”

“You're familiar with it, right? ”

“Yes.”

I've already been there. Nam-Kyung searched the manuscript again. He was already calculating in his mind the task of making fragments to the world.

“I think you're free to go. ”

“Is that so?"

“The content itself. But you have to resign. I mean, if you cut it out. But the quantity... ”

Insufficient quantity, I would like to add a few more fragments and put them into a short stack. Or something else. Nam-Kyung thought about it and raised his head roughly. Coincidence is something I want to write about.

“It's a bit small, isn't it? ”

“Yes, I need another one. ”

“There's something I want to write about. ”

The previous story was coincidentally matched one by one. Australia was the intended flow. There was only one best thing that came to mind in this situation. Nam-Kyung voluntarily said what he wanted.

“I make a book in the direction of adding two pieces to a new article. You're looking forward to this. ”

“What do you think? ”

“No problem.”

There was no shortage of fragments, and the newly devised story was not strange. Nam-Kyung seriously rolled his head and started calculating. To the excited South Gyeongsang, he decided to explain more about his plan.

“I don't know the specifics yet. ”

But I was going to use it. He told me why he wanted a school background.

“When I got out of school, I wanted to write about it. ”

“It's common. ”

Nam-Kyung has seen many such authors.

“The atmosphere will be different from the two halves. ”

“How?”

“I'm going to be different, and I want to write a fun story. ”

Nam-Kyung thought it was a good time. It's because there were readers who missed the initial feeling of coincidence. Context is the part to consider.

“How much?”

“About the length of the. ”

“So it's like sublimation in terms of the overall narrative. The length of the article and the length of the article. ”

“This story doesn't go on. ”

“Then it feels more like someone else wrote it. ”

I don't know which book will be born. Nothing surprising. It always has been, he said.

“Give me the book. Writer.”

Australia has seen the South. And I returned the answer I had set before I got here.

“Good.”

Finally, a smile spread over the face of Nam-Kyung's fallen positives.

“If the readers find out, they'll be thrilled. ”

He said somewhat concerned.

“Let's not tell them first. I don't know what's gonna happen. ”

“Of course. There's no rush. Take your time. ”

The two of them continued to have a meal pushed back and forth while having a conversation. Nam-Kyung stared at the food in his mouth and asked. It held a delicate expectation.

“Have you written anything else at school? ”

He rolls his eyes and replies.

“You know, I spent three years in the gatekeeper. You know that.”

Namgyeong used to talk about writing in school.

“I was wondering if I could write something else. The story of the universal arm, the story of the jewelry, the story of the Bonobo in the school cataract. ”

“I don't know about that. ”

It is a text that was given as a motive to the successors. It's actually a story that I gave to my followers. Besides, Bonobos didn't accept it at school.

“Stories all have owners. ”

“Well, look it up. ”

He replied that he knew roughly how to follow the persistent penis. You probably won't say you found it. I'm not going to look. Nam-Kyung happily muttered that he didn't care about his thoughts.

“Whatever it is, it'll sell. ”

It's something to care about as an editor. Sales volume is important. He was trusting himself. It was a belief that it would bring good writing. I also expected to be able to make a good book. I stared at him and asked.

“What if you bring up a bad story, and already you're sucking on Kimchi soup? ”

“No way.”

When he smiled with his eyes as confident as his attitude, he added.

“I told you, there's no rush. In the meantime, you can rest for the next three years. ”

“Really? Should we take a break? ”

Nam-Kyung rarely smiled with a confident expression.

“Can you do that? ”

He gently raised his hands to stop the resistance.

“Probably not. ”

My hands are itchy, so I'm going to end up writing at least once. Otherwise, there is no way to control the overwhelming emotions within you. There was no way to resolve and digest it. Nam-Kyung has been identifying writers in his own way for an unusually long time.

“Huh?"

At that time, Nam-Kyung's phone vibrated. The gaze of two people is pierced into the machine at the same time. Nam-Kyung answered the phone with a small look in his eyes. After a few words, I suddenly stopped trying to get up. He was constantly watching him.

“Did you get back to me? ”

I looked at myself that way. I got a call. I wonder who it's for. A moment passed through my mind. He checked his eyes and said, "Who are you?" He slapped his phone in the ear.

“A book concert. ”

That was enough. I'm a reader. I got a call from the reader. I saw the magazine and contacted the publisher.

“I've been waiting. ”

*

Nine writers wrote a literary magazine. If anyone liked books, he had heard of them. It was a huge success. A book concert was held. There were no coincidences. Turns out he was there. And she talked to the coincidence.

I want to meet by chance. The first thing she saw in the interview was a blog. I was quite familiar with the article that transferred some of the content of the interview. She was convinced as soon as she read that she was speaking by chance. But it was all over the blog. This alone made me nervous to contact the publisher. She tries to get her hands on the magazine, and a little more time passes. After reviewing the text and reviewing the past posts in the fan cafe, I barely sent an email to the publisher. Then I got a call. I thought my heart was beating.

“Take a picture. ”

She shakes her hand at the sound of the sound coming from nearby. It's the voice I heard beyond the video. It's a voice I've actually heard once. Familiar with it, unfamiliar with it. I slowly raised my head. There is a coincidence on the other side.

“Yes?”

I asked stupidly. I knew what it meant, but I couldn't say it well. It was from the moment I first saw coincidence. She was currently sitting alone at a restaurant in Cheongdam-dong. There were two tables situated remotely inside the large area. She was the first shop I'd ever seen. It looked expensive. I've heard of it in a food search program. I felt like I had heard that the chef was a famous professional.

“I couldn't take it then. ”

Coincidence opens its mouth again kindly. She laughs. She laughs earlier, and smiles before that. The laughter of the old man. He laughs too much, and the clown pulls. My cheeks hurt. I don't know how to answer what he's saying. My whole body was about to become twisted.

“When we were standing in line together, ”

The disconnect was a coincidence. I am more sorry for the delicate effort.

“You were so enthusiastic. I think I will participate in a book concert by chance. ”

“That.”

It is shameful to think of the memories of that time. I can't believe you just said that to a coincidence where there were so many people. The memory has been more sinful.

“I'm ashamed.”

I was really shy.

The Short Destiny (1) Ends

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