Great Novelist

“Do you have points? ”

“No.”

I pressed on my hat and replied. The clerk who heard the answer received the money through a computational gesture and put a receipt and book in the envelope. Until the moment I put the envelope on the counter, the shopkeeper's gaze was always looking down.

“Thank you."

“Thank you for using. Next.”

It was also a mechanical response. It was the largest bookstore in the area. It's well-stocked. I saw people reading books at the table in the corner. I passed naturally in front of him and left the bookstore. I waited for the traffic light to change. I looked down through the cracks at the book in the envelope. Im Hyun was also a book by the writer. The water cover caught my eye. Full moon title. The background shown by the water light represents the sky with the moon in it. I feel my strength in my hands. The delicate handle is crumpled. I'll just buy it. Buy only.

The shadow shifts by your side. A man walks by like a shot. Crossing the street. People stare across the street, their eyes distorted. He'll die early. Thirty seconds after he crosses, the fire changes.

“Let's cross now. ”

The child who was standing next to me in kindergarten uniform held Mother's hand and shouted loudly. The child raises one hand high and informs the driver of his position. The mother was holding her child's kindergarten bag on one side. I know the safety rules better than any adult who has learned less. I am practicing.

When he graduates from kindergarten, he goes to elementary school. I imagined the future of my child. There's a good chance you won't raise your hand. You might be able to do the first crossing in your life. At least in my current novel. Children grow and change. The criteria for change is the surrounding landscape.

I came into the house with no one and put my luggage down. Before I changed my clothes, I took the book out and put it on the shelf. There was only one book, but it felt like it occupied a lot of space. I looked straight at the letter of the full moon and turned my head. It seemed like I would read it carelessly. I could see the manuscript I was writing before I left a few steps away.

In front of parents, a child who is silly becomes a leader in school. The conversation of the grandmother who is still getting to know the world with the children who are just getting to know the world may go somewhere.

The child pinches the silly look of an adult, and the adult questions the environment of the child. The child becomes an adult. The adult was a child. After washing, he came out and sat at his desk again. Write something that stopped. I carefully examined the entire situation of the story. I feel refreshed when I read the content. The writing must be written with the same emotions as possible. The next day, if I write it in a depressed mood and then use it as excited as I can, there will be a gap.

“Not too serious. ”

It is a point of caution while writing. Adults and children make mistakes. However, expression and process should not be serious. That's the story you want to write. I like articles that can be read quickly but can't read with confidence. When I lift my head, it's dark outside the window.

“Let's take a break. ”

I raised my hands high. I loosened the body that was stiff all the time in one position. A scream leaked out. I was thinking about food because I was starving, but the moon caught my eye. The full moon rises today.

“I want to read it. ”

I thought about it for a moment and picked up what I had thrown on the bed. I called Seogwang. It was late, but he answered the phone quickly.

“Did you read it?”

As soon as I made the call, the person was embarrassed by the sound of the question.

“Yes, I did. I spend most of my life reading. ”

“Full moon.”

“Ah.”

The voice that was floating high, as if you didn't know the English word, sank in one fell swoop.

“I read it.”

The way he said that was contained in his slow speech.

“Did you read it? ”

I didn't want to answer somehow. I said, holding my breath.

“I didn't read it. ”

“Oops.”

Compassion was powerful. I feel like I'm looking at the worst subject in the world.

“· · · · · · How was it? ”

“Crazy.”

Seogwang said as if he had only been waiting for that question.

“Im Hyun, who I've read so far, is better than any writer's writing. ”

It's a similar reaction to the White Paper writer. Is that what everyone who reads thinks?

“I won't say anything for you. ”

“Thank you.”

“My personal feelings. ”

I caught both rabbits. Seogwang's words were full of sincerity. It's a shame to read the sentence. His philosophy. Criticism. Personality of people. The fabric is neatly written in crooked material. While talking about the book, it's quicker to tell if you can think of it. He's easy to know.

“Popular and artistic. This book has to be published. ”

It was the voice of an impressed reader. I remembered the plot on the back of the book.

“The protagonist who senses death at the rising of the full moon. ”

This time Hyundai wrote death. I haven't seen it in the past.

“Yes, that's right. Death.”

His voice grows smaller and clearer.

“Death. This time, Im Hyun also decided and empowered. How about you compare it to your river? ”

I groan. I pushed for a small answer.

“In comparison, ”

I was interested. I wonder what the ending he expressed would feel like.

“What's the point of cutting? Different, but similar? The shock of being a reader is similar. ”

“Something like what?”

Similarly, the subject of death was a special area for him. Because you've been dead. Similarly, Im Hyun also knows the talents of the writer. My heart was beating.

“I want to read it. ”

I'm dying to read it. I have read only Im Hyun-do's books, even though I am starving, but now I have hundreds of books to spare. It was a funny situation.

“I read it. ”

You hear a grumbling sound from beyond the phone. It was very fun. Happy times. Whenever I see the full moon wet, my heart is moistened. Im Hyun is a great writer. I am intoxicated by the emotions of the story. It is a particularly bright moon. I listened quietly to Seogwang and said seriously.

“Shall I read it?”

I couldn't help but mock him.

“Excuse me?”

It is unfortunate that you cannot read a book. Writing is what prevents you from reading. Writing becomes an element of unhappiness. It was not sweet. So reading a book is not a bad choice. Actually, I just want to read it.

“Are you sure you want to do this? This one's for real. ”

He warned you.

“I read this book and entered the astronomy. ”

The book affected him. I smiled a little.

“Well, you'll do whatever you want. I'm not gonna tell you not to read it, either. A book like this needs to be read by many people. ”

I hung up the phone and looked at the moon for a while. Whether to read or not. I slowly took a step in front of the book on the shelf. The book was hard and smooth. I stroked it once and put it back in place.

“Let's write and read. ”

I sat in front of my desk and picked up a pen. However, I went back to the front of the bookshelf after less than half an hour.

“Let's read.”

Carrying the book in my arms, I went out to the living room and sat on the couch. I took a deep breath and unfolded the front cover. I saw a picture of Im Hyundo. I saw hair that was half white and thick. I remembered a compliment on the look I had heard from my fans a while ago. Being handsome is good for him. Crossed the front wings and endpapers, the table of contents appeared. And then the first sentence started. The hand that was wrapped around the spine was energized. I'm more excited than ever. The more I turned over the page, the darker the house got.

“Stay!”

Someone knocks on the door. The doorbell rings and knocks repeatedly. When there was no popularity, I got away from the hallway with a rattling sound. I hear nothing. The bookshelf has been handed over. This is the last page. When the full moon rises, you will feel death. He can't escape the full moon after all. The full moon was greedy, jealous, absolute, and powerful. The vertical images that the author drew had power. You crush the world. You close the book. It was hot as if the inside of my eyes were burning. It seems to be looking at the sun.

My head doesn't move well. The conflict and events in the book seemed to fill the house. He quickly shared his feelings with him in the book. No matter how hard you run, the full moon follows. The more I try to sow it, the dumber I feel. I covered my face with my hands. I had a hunch.

I can't write today.

Vibration in the workshop. The phone is ringing. It's not moving. The machine that was shaking regularly soon stopped. I felt like I was asking myself why. How was Im Hyun-do's writing? How was Im Hyun-do's death?

Take your hands off my face. My hair covered my eyes instead. The shadow loses. It reminds me of a conversation I had with him one day. He asked. For example, to the homeless. That's enough to go against your feelings. I answered without knowing it. Excellent.

“You read well. ”

You mutter in a split voice. With that, I stopped the regret. If he just sat down and wrote, he would not have known until the end if he could suppress his desire to read and write with a hopeful face. You read well. You don't even get to laugh.

“You lose.”

Actually, I was excited. I met the reader. I met a co-author. I met the interviewer and shined my face on the broadcast. I spoke with them. I heard their feelings. I knew what they were thinking. It's still a long way to go, but I was satisfied. The invisible rain slowly drenched my clothes. A deep sigh comes out of my mouth. Wet. You close your eyes as you go.

“Space shuttle!”

I opened my eyes to the sound of calling to myself from afar. The living room landscape caught my eye. I kept closing my eyes and noticed the situation. It's a couch. I think I fell asleep in my seat. At that moment, I heard a knock on the door. The doorbell rings loudly. Then I remembered the person I was waiting for.

“Yes, get out. ”

I went out to the front door, focusing on the eyes. Opening the door, Nam-Kyung, his editor, stood there. He glances at himself with surprised eyes and says,

“Are you okay? ”

“What?”

“I'm not kidding. ”

I yawned small. Nam-Kyung has come inside. Entering the living room, he said with a bored face.

“Oh, my God. What is all this? ”

Nam-Kyung crossed the living room, being careful not to step on the manuscript that fell off the ground.

“I thought you moved here. ”

There was a stack of manuscripts on the table. There are manuscripts lying on the floor. A considerable amount. The window opened for ventilation closes the penis. He looked around the living room for caution. I didn't pick it up after falling, but it turned out like this. I was busy writing a new article.

After reading the full moon, I was stunned for a while. I was angry. I was ashamed. I was greedy. I wanted to use it this much. I raised my head and checked. The sky didn't fall. The ground didn't go out. I don't fall here anymore. I got up from my seat and headed to the workshop. I took out the manuscript and wrote a letter. I wore it again and again until I became numb. I was able to collect some. There was just one problem.

“Still not here? ”

Nam-Kyung asked in a slightly lower voice.

“He's not coming out. That's how much you wrote. ”

Pretending not to know, he raises his jaw.

“The problem isn't that the manuscript is waiting. ”

You turn your head slowly. Her writing did not proceed.

“Should I go to the observatory? ”

“What nonsense. ”

The fierce eyes of Nam-Kyung were pierced.

The full moon rises (2) to the end

lim Han-baek