Great Novelist

I left him in the living room, avoiding the scowl sent by my editor. I had a guest, so I had to treat them. I came into the kitchen and took out the cups for guests.

“It's all instant coffee. Can I get you a green tea?”

“Coffee is fine. ”

I would have had green tea as usual, but I chose coffee to wake up my stupidity today. I took out two cups of coffee, made exactly as he ordered. Nam-Kyung was careful about the gold sheep of the fallen manuscript and was securing a seat. I sat on the couch walking through the fallen manuscript. I pushed the manuscript on my desk to the side and raised the cup. I gave him the seat.

“Thank you.”

Nam-Kyung drank a cup of coffee and started reading one of the manuscripts that fell nearby. I drove him out of bed while drinking coffee. I looked at him with clear eyes.

“What do you think?”

I asked him how he felt reading the manuscript.

“What a waste. ”

I can't believe you're throwing it all away. Such a great article. Rough stones that seem to be able to see the light with a little touch. Nam-Kyung replied with a voice that tried to suppress his emotions.

“Are you laughing right now? ”

“Yes, I get laughter. There's no writing. ”

I pulled the air out of my stomach. I can only smile so well, but I haven't written about her in a month. When he first found out about it, he said:

“That's unusual for coincidences. ”

His face, which was very serious, passed before my eyes. Soon, however, he was relieved that he was not unable to hold the pen at all. Nam-Kyung had a manuscript in his hand, about chapter 20. I don't know what he's reading, but I'm sure of this. It's definitely dark.

“Full moon.”

Nam-Kyung muttered to himself what he had heard.

“Writer Im Hyun-do's work is recognised by all readers and critics. ”

I also read and understood Nam-Kyung. The full moon is also the best work of the writer Im Hyun.

“It's written in the memory of the writer Kang Wool. ”

Nam-Kyung said small. Kang, the writer, is the husband of the white book writer and Im Hyun is also a friend of the writer.

“He left too early. ”

That's what everyone who knows him says. He died too early. His short life's work remains in everyone's mind.

“He was a great writer. ”

Nam-Kyung muttered and unconsciously wiped out the manuscript. I looked at him and turned my heavy head back. My head touched the back of the sofa. Sometimes I want to read a new article by Kang Wool.

“Anyway.”

Nam-Kyung changed the story while clapping his hands. What I needed to talk to you about was not the writer Kang Wool. It was a coincidence with the writer.

“Do you see any improvement? ”

“How does it look? ”

He looks at the manuscript he's holding and asks. Nam-Kyung said, chewing on the sentences he saw.

“I think it's getting darker. ”

“That's correct.”

Nam-Kyung held onto his forehead. After reading the full moon, I changed myself like that. My heart keeps turning to you. I suddenly remembered the contents of the book.

“Sir, do you think you could change the story to something a little bit different? ”

“Nothing.”

The world surrounding her should be pleasant. Nam-Kyung didn't take it seriously either. The next word returns.

“Then when can I write something bright? ”

“I don't know.”

The look on Nam-Kyung's face got worse as he drew his horse. I remembered Mr. Moon's face. By the time he had just entered the book, he was not used to writing in the same space as others. It was loud and disturbing, so I often ruined the ending. When I looked at myself, my eyes looked exactly like that.

“Haha.”

“This is no time to laugh. ”

Nam-Kyung said desperately. I'm not sure if my writer will collapse. He told such a penis,

“It's not going to be like this forever. ”

Nam-Kyung sighed deeply. He picks up another manuscript right in front of him and reads it. I read it and sighed more. I love it. It's a great sentence. I could feel the power in the short text. When viewed by Nam-Kyung, coincidence is at its best. Explains how much writing you can write. That's more like it. What a waste. Everyone's waiting for you. A full-length novel on our way to the world together. It is a coincidental purity that I have been longing for. Why can't you just pour it into it? The plot of the story was also very good. The cleverness of children.

Adult maturity. Young thoughts and mature behavior. Personalities. Bright worldview. A message about the future society from the story. This is an unlikely amount of coincidence.

“You've been good at pulling people in. ”

When I read what he had written so far, I nodded without knowing. The main character's name is Alexandria. She first heard of the Egyptian name Alexandria in a documentary on television. The city Alexandria was built by Alexandros. The feeling of hearing and seeing her for the first time resonated with her heart. She wanted to be called Alexandria in a novel, and she did.

“Are you going to leave Alexandria like this? ”

I scratched my cheek at the desperate words of Nam-Kyung.

“Alexandria is an amazing person. He eats well even if he neglects it a little. ”

Nam-Kyung didn't even pretend to hear it. He twists his chin.

“I'm not feeling it. ”

I don't feel good. At that point, he frowned.

“How would you like to write? ”

“Then the house wouldn't be like this. the feeling of using Alexandria. ”

Time passes between placing the pen down and lifting the pen again. Time makes a difference. Past self and present self. The self who wrote and the self who wrote. Everyone feels different.

“It's common. ”

He listened to the story and nodded. There was a difference between the two authors. You can look at the stories you've written so far, or make you feel similar through music or meditation.

“But I have no idea. ”

“What?”

“Before I read the full moon. ”

I remember going to the largest bookstore in the area and buying a book. But there is no excitement. I don't even know why I insisted on buying the book before reading it. I can't go back before I read. You can't go back until you learn astronomical knowledge. I can't go back to a past where I was not interested in astronomy.

“That's why I only wrote a dark epic to think about it. ”

But the farther I got from Alexandria. It was ironic. He looked troubled. The writer said there wasn't much he could do as an editor. He raises his head as he ponders.

“Why don't you take a trip? Wouldn't that make you feel better? ”

“Traveling this time of year? ”

“He's going on a trip, too. Did you know?”

It was the first I heard of it.

“Where are you going? ”

Domestic, overseas. He replied with his glasses raised.

“Russia.”

“· · · · · · · Russia? ”

“You're going to do a story. That's how the writer likes it. ”

Hemingway is the figure that comes to mind when you say the words in the same street. I preferred to write a story that actually immersed my experience in a novel. I believe it is the closest to the truth. He likes to reflect and likes to record. I sought an objective point of view that I had once considered between reporters and writers. The same way goes to Russia.

“What kind of writing are you planning? ”

“I don't know the details. It just seems like you've been through a lot in Russia. ”

“How long will you be staying? ”

“Wouldn't there be a basic month? The character of your comrade. ”

When he opened his mouth to ask more questions, he raised his hand.

“Ask yourself, I don't know. ”

“I suppose so.”

In fact, I didn't want to meet anyone because I couldn't write. I just wondered if he had read the full moon. Writer Kang Dong-gil has always admired writer Im Hyun-do. You pick up the cup. It's empty. I was thirsty because of the sweetness.

“I want to drink. ”

“Huh?"

I want to drink. I thought drinking would end the situation now. Alcohol will solve everything. It brings back memories of my past. That's what it felt like. The first time he started to put his hands on alcohol, it was because of this feeling. Must have been a compulsion. It seems that temper is innate. I told Nam-Kyung who was thinking about stopping him.

“I'm not drinking. ”

“No, no, no. Maybe a light drink will make you feel better. ”

While thinking about it, Nam-Kyung suggested the possibility that alcohol might revive his mood. It was true. Liquor could be the trigger. Writing is what people do. People are easily hurt and healed even in the smallest things. Sometimes a drink becomes it. But not yourself.

“Never mind. I left all the booze at home. ”

I threw it all away just in case I couldn't win at impulse. There's only water in the house. Nam-Kyung opened his eyes for a moment and looked at himself and asked.

“Are you especially away from alcohol? Even during the interview. ”

“It's not good to drink. ”

Nam-Kyung did not intend to puke on the individual's taste, but closed his mouth with a steamed expression.

“There's one thing writers insist on. ”

I shrugged my shoulders as if it wasn't strange. Then I started picking up the manuscripts around me one by one.

“Keep it safe. Maybe there's something you can write about when you write a short book. ”

“What's a short house? ”

I still don't know about people. There are readers who particularly like your fragment. I'll never forget the power I showed you in the river. Nam-Kyung said so. I looked at him quietly and picked up the manuscript at his feet. It wasn't bad. Just a little polishing will do the job. But it's dark. All the stories are being ravaged. It's not the story you want.

I was organizing the manuscripts one by one, and I found a book that had been buried. It's the full moon. I put my mouth up a bit. In fact, I want to. I want to write like this Full Moon in my heart. I was influenced by one word. I only like reading it because it's so much fun.

“I've been totally beaten. ”

“Huh?"

“To you, Im Hyun, too. ”

Nam-Kyung smiled bitterly.

“I can't help it. In the full moon, that's all I read about the hard manuscript. ”

“That's a little harsh. ”

Nam-Kyung said with a bitter face.

“· · · · · · After reading the full moon, I couldn't even read the blunt sentence of a new person. ”

“So what did you do? ”

“I read it again in a week. ”

“What's the result?”

He shows you his empty hands. No contract has been made. The manuscript did not appear in the world as a book.

“I see.”

I lowered my eyes and looked at the empty glass. I didn't have anything to say.

The full moon has risen (3) to the end

lim Han-baek