Great Novelist

“Wise choice. ”

In response, he raises one mouth tail. The aggressive color fades.

“I'm used to it. ”

“Are you familiar?"

“Yes, I'm familiar with the writings of fellow writers. ”

He said.

“Not you, right? ”

I blinked for a moment and said.

“I felt like my brother just now. ”

“That's a lot to say. ”

Still, I didn't pick up a provocative expression. I drank a cup of tea and asked.

“How was my writing? ”

“Your writing is exactly like his. There's an impertinence. ”

It's too much to say. His comrade adds to his silence.

“It's not the same dimension as him. Your writing is charming, but it's not him. ”

I did not know whether it was a word to comfort myself or a word to insult my writing.

“Do you know why you were influenced by him? ”

I rolled my eyes at him. I know.

“Because I want to win. ”

“That's right.”

I want to win. I want to write better than that. There was a profound victory wish.

“Junsu thought you found something great in the full moon. It's a little different when I see it. ”

“Is that so?"

“It's not the full moon, it's you. You have a tendency to reflect poorly on yourself. ”

The story of the writer came out of the book. I wasn't wrong. The full moon is a great article. Incredible enough to inadvertently pull yourself down there.

“The full moon is a great article. You must have been impressed. At the same time, you arrogantly decided that Im Hyun would be able to follow the writer. The first place is for kids in all schools. The prize I miss the most is the pity. ”

“I don't want to rank them well. ”

“So am I. Simple nonmaintenance. There's a huge difference between number one and number two. ”

The journey took place. I looked at his movements and asked. How was yours?

“Didn't you feel that way? ”

“I heard. Probably most people who are writing. I want to write better than this person. But that's it. Go back to your life. That's all I think about. ”

I don't forget what I'm doing. He was talking about the West. He looks like that when he pinches the wrong corner of the writer in his greeting. I'm stabbed. He takes a step back. There was a desk where he worked.

“Clean.”

“I took care of it yesterday. ”

“You can have one manuscript. ”

“No, you can't. because he's being bullied by an editor in Nam-Kyung. Keep the manuscript safe. ”

Iron and wooden desk with pen and pencil, notebooks and materials on multi-purpose bookshelf, stand and mini-hydrator, gifted nutrients and red ginseng. Strange jewelry, computers and faxes from the United States. Unknown plant. We moved together according to his gaze.

“It's not a coincidence. ”

“What?”

“It's not glamorous. I don't have a picture or a poster on me. This is Sand's room that only knows how to read. ”

It was not an image that I could think of by accident. He shrugs where he's not even looking.

“Don't you know he's a model student? ”

He didn't laugh. I looked around the room again.

“You're in a different situation now, aren't you? ”

“Yes, I've never seen a trail before. ”

“Not that one. For example, readers. ”

He silently listened to him. It was also a gesture that asked me to keep talking.

“You now have a full body of external assessments. It's good and it's bad. There are good grades in the world, but there are bad grades. ”

“I'm getting used to it. ”

“It looks that way. You've adjusted to change with ease. No hard feelings at all. But you read the full moon and you thought, Readers of this post and their readers. Which one would be happier? ”

Proof that the reader is conscious. Is it really worth it? It will be rewarding, and it will be thread, just as comrades say. He has lived as a writer for longer than himself. It's you.

“An experience.”

The jaw of the road slightly rises.

“Of course. My desperation starts there. I read your book, and I thought, Traces of birds, crying, the language of God · · · · · ·. Other than that. Like your answers. All carving through the bones of my fellow workers. ”

“How did you get over it? ”

“There's nothing to overcome. Co-workers are happy. It's a feeling we have to carry together. ”

Even if he breaks it off with himself right now, he will face himself as long as he is writing a novel. It's not a one-sided story. Neither did I. I can't shake it.

“Then time will do the trick. ”

“That's right."

After a long and long sentence, he put what he wanted to say in his mouth.

“I'm on my way home now. Maybe when I come back from Russia, I'll be playing with a mollusk I can't repaint. ”

Alexandria reminds me. It was a brief moment, but Alexandria was all I could think about. That's a good sign. After that, we talked about Russia. The cities and bookstores he will visit, mountains and rivers, history and people. He was very excited. When Dong Gil got up from his seat, he also left the house together to show off. It was late, so no one was there. I saw his footstool. It was very well maintained, unlike the slipper you reported.

“Be careful. ”

Take care of the house and Russia. His words put his hands on the car door and said,

“You, too.”

He said briefly. I'm not sure what to be careful of. A full moon or a glorious bath, he replied. The car on the same road was out of the street. I looked back for a moment. The sky looked darker when I was left alone.

"Whew."

I went back the way I had come slowly. A light came from the super far away. The street is gum. It reminds me of Alexandria again. What kind of mind does she have to walk out in the dark? I was excited. I wanted something cold to eat.

“Let's buy an ice cream. ”

I walked by the lights of the supermarket. The closer we got, the light on the sign was illuminating the surroundings. Mixed in the light, the shadow behind the freezer stops.

“Coincidence.”

The shadow is looking at itself.

“Hello."

It was not the first time I had met my reader like this, so I replied naturally. Inside his head, Alexandria sets one foot on the edge of consciousness.

“What are you doing here? ”

“I'm walking.”

“Oh, you're walking. ”

The shadow gives a slight glance into the supermarket and then calls out to someone with a gesture of hand. A small shadow emerges from within.

“What?”

The question soon turned into amazement. I even greeted the little shadow. I remembered why I came here in the first place. You approach the freezer. The shadows quake.

“I'm a fan.”

“I've read all the books. ”

Alexandria grows farther and farther with the sound of shadows. The cold ice touches your fingertips.

“Pick one. I'll buy it for you. ”

“Really?"

You hand the basket next to you over to the shadows.

“Then, just this one. ”

“Me, too. ”

“You read all my books. ”

I picked up a handful of ice cream in the freezer and went back and forth several times. The basket is full. There was no place, no time, so it was just this. The shadow waits outside while he goes in and does the calculations. The shadow holds a black bag full of ice cream. I felt my fingers getting cold while picking up the ice cream. It reminded me of the story I talked to on the highway. Which Full Moon reader or his reader will be happier?

“May I ask you a question? ”

Heard a lot of things come out of my mouth.

“Yes? Yes. ”

The shadows nod curiously. It was a coincidence that he wanted to ask himself something.

“Have you read the full moon? ”

I felt a slight tremor in my voice as well.

“Full moon?”

“Yes!”

The little shadow replies vigorously. It was a different attitude than the shadow that expressed the question.

“Tell me about it. ”

The little shadow picked up the horse for a moment. I didn't even know that I was thinking about the writer's relationship with Im Hyun. Soon after, the mouth of the shadow opened.

“That was awesome.”

It was short notice. It was direct. It starts with the words "General" and means "the best." The full moon written by Im Hyun-do is the best. There was nothing in front of the top.

“Can I ask you something? ”

A short distance away, the shadows ask questions. This is it. What you just said was affected here. I must have heard a lot before Alexandria. Something that was sleeping under the full moon suddenly raised its head. It was always like this when they were asked questions.

“When are you coming out this time? ”

I was looking forward to it. It's been a month since the progress stopped. No good answer came out.

“I don't know the exact date yet. ”

“Ahh · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

I don't know if it's sighing or answering. The street became quiet in an instant. You hear a rustling sound. I felt that the ice cream inside was melting. I felt like ice cream was rushing me. You raise your head. You meet him with your eyes. I looked her in the eye. Half the shade on his face sits down. A stereoscopic face, just like when I met the reader. I felt the same. Alexandria began with the readers' wishes. I wanted a piece. The background of the school attracted me. Engaged. Glad to have a reader waiting.

“I'll be waiting for the book. ”

The reader leaves. He turns around. Which Full Moon reader or his reader will be happier? It was a very flat concern. The reader who actually saw it was different. I liked ice cream, and it wasn't at home until I met you two. My throat tickled.

I really didn't have anything to live with.

There was a thump on the front door. The urgent gesture makes a noise. I barely made it back home to the workshop. I took out the box I had left under my desk. The box vomits its contents as it flashes up and flips over. The manuscripts were in the living room. I'm looking for something. It is a story of being buried under the ground because it is too heavy. After searching for a long time, I noticed a word.

A book thief. He stole the book. A petty thief. I've heard stories of him heading into a bad future. There were a bunch of manuscripts. I picked it up and sat in front of the desk. This was his story. If you write this much, you will not want to come out, but a story about yourself will come out. If you hadn't read the full moon, you wouldn't have written this. I was lucky to write another one for a month. I almost wrote a boring story with nothing but fun.

I want to win. I want to write well. I want to impress my readers. These thoughts went away. Alexandria came to claim the vacancy.

“Greetings, Alexandria. ”

I finally picked up the pen.

*

“You're finally starting to write. ”

Nam-Kyung let out a deep sigh of relief. I sat down on the chair and put my phone on the desk. Her world began to move again. Coincidence will give Alexandria a joyful life. I remembered the articles I read in the living room. That's all you have to do. The sentence was good even if the content didn't fit. The best of them was the story of the man who stole the book. A man who seems to have been evil since birth steals the book. I couldn't eat well and live well. He takes the blame and owes the debt. After reading his story, I missed Alexandria, the opposite figure. You open your mouth to the blind editor beside you.

“Coincidentally, the writer is good at keeping people alive. ”

“Is that so?"

Im Hyun-do, Nam-Kyung, who realized the owner of the voice, woke up right where he was.

Full Moon has risen (5) End

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