Great Novelist

Coincidence attends. You can see the writing of coincidences. Of course it's going to be popular. The publisher knew that.

“It's a replay anyway. I don't write on the spot, so I think it's okay if you come by coincidence. Good job on your stable story. ”

There's no such thing as a coincidence that a writer's honor is ruined in a situation that you might not know about. The blind editor hurriedly adds.

“I'm not questioning the skill of a writer. It means no risk. ”

“I know.”

At least the editor was convinced of the skill of coincidence. But people try to cut off coincidences when they get a chance. The fall of genius was a stimulating material.

“But it's a coincidence. You're going to get a lot of attention. ”

“Then why don't we proceed to the published content at all? ”

“I don't know. The board is bigger, but if the content is awkward, will you use it? ”

He tasted it.

“Well, there's no point in us talking to each other. I need to know your doctor. I would love for a writer to attend. Honestly, I miss you, too. of accidental writing. ”

“What if you say no? ”

Accidentally, he had a right to refuse. There was a time not long ago when I asked if I would attend a book festival. It was a clean refusal, and the events, interviews, and plans I wanted to do with the UK publisher shook my head. The blind editor sighs.

“The other writers will be easy to find. ”

As he crouches his chin and thinks of the intended person, he says with an enlightened look.

“If you happen to be in attendance, no one will do it, right? So even if you're a writer, you can't just like him. ”

He shrugged his shoulders as if he was joking.

“It's not like there's no story at all. On the contrary, maybe there's a writer who's willing to do it. ”

Nam-Kyung emptied his glass. Nothing has been confirmed yet. However, the top was full of doctors who wanted to proceed. I was sure I would have a very busy day when I proceeded.

“The writer who debuted this year is already confirmed. I like the way the scriptwriter feels.

“Ah, the unanimous author. ”

The blind editor nods and agrees. It's the first coincidence since it happened. I remember the phrase that was good for promoting myself. Moreover, the content was very good, judgmentally.

“I want to move forward well. ”

“I see.”

I wanted Nam-Kyung too. I didn't know he was someone who cared about coincidence. The coincidence was also accurate. Coincidence and confusion. Nam-Kyung recalled a time when he had met him before. I said I knew him. I saw the results and learned why he avoided the details.

“Isn't the title of coincidental friend a little irritating? ”

What if the relationship between the two is known to the outside?

“Accidental friend? Oh, you said it was from the same age? But do you know each other? ”

“It's not like that. It's just the same age.”

There is no fame for the writer who just debuted. Books spill out, but there are few readers. Going back to gossip is also a matter of how many times a year it will happen. I can't even go near the bestseller. It was time to use whatever means of proclaiming the name.

“Anyway, as long as you're a writer, the promotion's over. It's gonna be crowded like never before. ”

“Promotion is important. ”

Coincidence is effective in that sense. I emptied the cup.

“Whatever it takes. ”

After that, we got drunk and had a vague memory. I had to suffer until the next day.

*

It's been a long time since he came to Han River Park. I saw a lot of bikes. I walked past the observation deck that I once climbed. The weather is nice.

“Go away. ”

Following the sound, the children were running around on the grass. After checking the time, I sat down nearby and watched the children. A child cried out.

“Let's have a match.”

The other children were excited. The first thing I decided was the terms of victory.

“The first to arrive wins. ”

“Where's the goal? ”

“There's the white line. ”

“Good.”

Everyone stood side by side. The youngest-looking child said at that time.

“Bro, I'm disadvantage. ”

It was like someone's sister. He was definitely as tall as one head compared to other children. The children thought about it for a while and allowed them to leave a little earlier.

“Five steps? Here?”

“Hey, that's six steps. ”

“No, this is the right place. ”

Five steps on his feet was a very close place. The children did not use compassion. My brother came back a little behind my brother's formation, but as soon as their attention became distant, he stepped forward again.

“Don't cross the starting line. ”

“If you go first, it's treason. ”

“If you cheat, you die. ”

It's a fight to the death. The child who put death in his mouth leaned forward as if he were about to burst out. The child standing next to him bent one knee, imitating the pose he saw somewhere. Prepared to depart in each position.

It was exciting. I wonder who would win. Once the tallest child looked favorable. Victory was strong, too. He seems to be playing often. The friend on the left was wearing a small soccer boot. Every time my child walked, there was a distinctive sound of soccer shoes. Football boots with a maker on them were pretty good stuff. The child on the right looks uncomfortable with a bent knee. The brother five steps ahead will soon be caught up with his brothers.

“Let's put on some soccer shoes. ”

When I was so determined, the children left. The tall kid was fast on his way out. But I couldn't get out. The slowest is the kid bending his knee. The children jumped off the track for a short while.

“No! ”

He shouted as he saw his brothers drifting away. They didn't kill the speed of his roar. The battle is now closed. A tall kid and a soccer boot. They had a fierce battle. I gripped and ran until the end. All the players went through the goal and the result came back.

“I won!”

“I got it.”

The cheer of the soccer boots muttered. The tall kid asked me to do it again with an unfair look. I did not listen to soccer shoes. He hung on to his brother and murmured, and there was a child who was embarrassed that imitation had failed.

I thought of a short story with those kids. This is after a little more time than it is now. No one knows the future. I can think of enough scenarios in which my younger brother outgrew everyone. Today's battle is not all.

I think of a friend who was crying out for a battle a while ago. He smelled like liquor instead of innocence, just like the children I just saw. I have one prerequisite. Let's compete for who's better.

“So far, it's a draw. ”

Used to be a notebook, now it's you. It's a draw. I've come up with another condition. Who writes better?

“This is where you bring the judges. ”

In that case, it's a draw, too. He and himself were both unanimous with the judges.

“Come with me! ”

“Come quickly! ”

My brother didn't wait for me. My brother followed my brother so hard. He's probably trying hard to get rid of her, too. I could see he was restraining his brother. Surely that brother has memories of being overtaken by his brother.

“Take care of your brother! ”

The brother's parents said: He was a heartache. I've checked the time. It's time to come. I woke up to buy coffee, but my phone rang.

“Yes.”

“Where are you? ”

You asked for your location. I opened my mouth to the nearby Han River.

“Where I can see the water. ”

“· · · · · · · Was it you? ”

As I explained it in more detail, I heard it was nearby.

“Here I am. ”

Soon after, I heard his real voice, as if to prove it. I lowered my hand and turned around. Nam-Kyung was holding coffee.

“Can I see it in this place? ”

Nam-Kyung looked around and said. There are a lot of people. He shrugs.

“Well done so far. ”

When he touched his hat, he looked at himself with an unbearable eye.

“Let's get to the car. ”

“It doesn't matter.”

Nam-Kyung did not hesitate to go back to where he had parked his car. I sat in the passenger seat and drank coffee. The Han River, which looks out of the car window, was a little far.

“I think I should go to the auto theater. ”

“Have you thought about what I said before? ”

Nam-Kyung rushed to the point. He was looking at the picture in front of him. It was perfume. What he just told me was a story about an event.

“So that's like a work presentation? ”

He slashed his throat and said,

“Metaphorically speaking, it's not that grand. because it's more about showing people what writing is than writing. ”

“It's a coincidence? ”

“On the surface, for starters. Of course, you have to prepare a lot. ”

Nam-Kyung said as if he would give him a choice.

“If you'd like, you can quote some of the articles that were published. for example, writing down traces of birds and telling the audience how you usually write. ”

“That doesn't sound like much fun. ”

“If so, you can prepare a new manuscript. Take, for example, one of the manuscripts in the living room that I read about earlier. ”

“Can I say no? ”

“Think a little bit more. This event was actually mentioned by a coincidence writer. The writing scene of a coincidence writer. ”

“Hmm."

He hesitated and began to explain the event in detail. A space that exhibits literary history. Experiences happening there. The title of the author's writing. It lasts a total of 5 days and reveals the field written by young literary writers, one per day. There are no restrictions on the topic and content of the article to be written on that day. Writers are less burdened by being able to prepare in advance.

“You're not going to be compared to each other. because you can write something that you've been retired for a long time, or you can write something that you wrote just before the event. ”

We don't know who will write better.

“It's getting interesting, isn't it? ”

“I see.”

I thought of the children I just saw. The children valued order.

“How many times do I get in? ”

I was sick and tired of the eyes of Nam-Kyung. It seemed to examine the intention of the question. Eyes were fixed on the aromatic agent.

“I'm the first to do it? ”

“Oh, no. The order has not yet been determined. We will consider the ease of writers as much as possible. I will try to keep up with my individual schedule. But I think it's a coincidence that you don't like your last day. ”

I knew what he was considering. One last time.

“Then I'm last. ”

“· · · · · · · You could put it that way, but it's usually said to embellish the damage. ”

Seeing him smile small, Nam-Kyung opened his mouth carefully.

“I also agreed to participate in this year's award-winning author. ”

“Is that so?"

I already heard it from myself and know it. But I nodded as if I had never heard it before. I did not want to be seen as participating in the event

“He's lucky. As soon as you make your debut, you'll be promoted by participating in these formal events. ”

“Do you have any writers left behind? ”

“Except for the flat writer. I ran to the writer first. ”

“Let's give it a try. ”

He blinked as he was preparing for the next question.

“Can I write in front of people? ”

It reminds me of the time of the book of Moon Ye. As a coincidence, I have never lifted a pen in front of people before. I thought of the scroll and the last hundred pages I attended. I had to give up the gold medal at the time, but this time I didn't have to. There is no water stage. The topic and content were said to be free. He had a manuscript he wanted to present.

Winners' Brawl (2) End

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