Great Novelist

I went down to the waiting room to meet the scroll. However, Nam-Kyung stopped him before he reached the end of the hall. He was quite urgent.

“Why aren't you answering your phone? I'm glad we stopped him here. ”

“Why?”

“There are a lot of reporters there. You can't leave. ”

I grabbed his head. A reporter in the waiting room corridor, along with a camera, was taking a notebook. It's not much, but it's definitely unusual. I was deeply moved by the scroll's face. Perhaps it looked ordinary to others, but I could recognize it. He has yet to get off the stage.

"Do you think you can overcome coincidence? ”

A journalist asked. It looked very familiar.

“I haven't seen your stage yet. I think it's an early question to answer. ”

“Still, it was a really good article. Writer Seol.”

He looks this way. His eyes meet. He doesn't come this way even if he knows he's here. I was just looking very happy.

“What? That one. ”

Nam-Kyung said, leading him backwards. I followed him in haste. It was a room marked "No Trespassing."

“You wrote well today. Writer.”

“Yes.”

Nam-Kyung praised the scroll briefly. I have a lot to say, but I care about myself that I have to go on stage tomorrow. But it was not considerate in the direction he wanted.

“I was really impressed. The crowd was cheering, and it was like they were at some kind of concert. It looked good.”

The friend under the light was definitely glowing. Nam-Kyung carefully looked at his tone and asked.

“· · · · · · Are you not burdened? ”

Looking at him quietly, he quickly adds a word.

“Not just today, but the other writers are active. I'm sure that's a good thing, but I was wondering if your shoulders might be a little heavy in the sense that you should continue with the flow. ”

“Can't I do it in my writing? ”

His expression hardened for ten hours.

“What are you talking about? Your writing is the best. ”

“You're the editor who's making the most of it. ”

As he smiled and said, Nam-Kyung let go of his face.

“Yes, I almost had it in America. You won't be shaken by something like this. What a coincidence."

“I'm going to fix that. ”

He rubs his palm. He frowns and asks again.

“Excuse me?”

“I'll fix the manuscript. ”

“· · · · · · No, what kind of joke are you taking so seriously? Yes, I did. Coincidence is a person.”

“I think I can write a better story than the manuscript now. ”

“Seriously?"

Nam-Kyung looked at himself with unbelievable eyes. And he cried out.

“No!”

“Why?”

“Why? You need to be on stage tomorrow. ”

“I know.”

“But fix it? You really don't want to mess with me here, do you? ”

“I can do it. ”

For a moment, Nam-Kyung, who was speechless, got up. I wandered around the room.

“You're being arrogant. I don't know where the switch is, but take your time. ”

He thought he was expressing this kind of anxiety or anxiety. He said to correct the misunderstanding.

“I'm cold. ”

He shakes his head more firmly. He was embarrassed as if he had encountered an unexpected crisis.

“Did you see what the other writers wrote? It was all stable, a wise choice. Writing is a burden on the writer. You know, that's why I retired so many times before the event. And you're just gonna throw that away? Can you finish it now? Why would we have a completed manuscript? ”

“I want to show my readers a better story. ”

“I mean, where are you sure that's a better story? Even if you're a coincidence, the script is a copy. ”

“It's not a complete transcript. How hard can it be to just grind? ”

“What on earth makes you believe that you are so self-righteous? ”

His gaze changed. I opened my mouth rather than face him.

“No, that's not it. ”

“No. ”

“It's a habit to imagine. I've thought about it a million times in my head. You can do it. ”

He also knew everything Nam-Kyung said. It may not be complete. It could ruin it more. But I came up with a better story. It's a long shot, but I feel cowardly not doing it. I had readers in front of me, and it was luxurious not to do my best. Nam-Kyung was completely incomprehensible. He covers his mouth with his hands and thinks.

“· · · · · · · · No. I like the manuscript enough now. Why do you want to go on an adventure? ”

“Are you sure you have enough? Then why were you worried about me? Is that because you're nervous? ”

“That's not what I meant. ”

“If my writing was the best, I would tell you to do this. I wouldn't ask you if you were burdened, I would tell you not to worry. because we're convinced of our success. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

I narrowed my eyebrows. There was strength in his mouth. Stabbed.

“I'll be honest with you. Only a scriptwriter. I liked this better than my debut. That's why I just did it. The writing itself is much better for you. But things are different. The Bible is fresh because it just climbed. Strange. A little too good to be true. ”

His collar moves.

“Unlike you. ”

He bows his head. You pinch the palm of your hand. Your hand is tense. I swept slowly.

“I think I'm getting indigestion. ”

“What?"

“I'll use it no matter what. I have to use it.”

Silence flows. Nam-Kyung shakes his legs. There's a groan somewhere. You hear the machine spinning. I heard footwear and floor friction. He moves sparsely, eventually raising his hand. I urgently gave you a second option.

“Yes. Let's fix it, then. And if you can't complete it, then you take the manuscript that you originally prepared. ”

“What if I can't complete it and it's better than the original manuscript? ”

“What if?”

He replied to Nam-Kyung instead that he had not thought about it.

“I'll fix it onstage. ”

Nam-Kyung is an unbelievable face.

“This is not an improvisation competition. Writer.”

“It's the same thing to be able to show readers my writing scene. ”

“You know that, right? ”

He lets out a sigh that sounds like idle laughter.

“On that day, the editorial director visits. The boss is coming, and now it's only a matter of time before the news crews up tomorrow. Nobody else is writing about genius coincidences. ”

“Yes.”

The bold answer made Nam-Kyung's words longer.

“You know what that means? That means no mistakes are tolerated. This was convenient to prepare the manuscript in advance. But the manuscript is not good? That's the problem. You're better and more famous than the other writers. I need to know that it can attack you. ”

“I know. ”

“Is that someone you know? ”

“I know, I have to fix it. ”

I can see better writing in front of me. A good idea goes around in my head. But they don't. Because of his face. To protect our current position. It wasn't what he wanted. I want to go up a little more. I wanted to get out of here. Then it's right to move.

“It's really cold, isn't it? ”

He asked as if to confirm. I read the full moon. Here comes a friend. A fellow writer signals something unusual. There is a reader who wishes for his own misfortune. It was constantly affecting itself.

“Maybe not. ”

“You still want to do it? ”

“Yes.”

Nam-Kyung knew himself. Even if he's against it to the end. And if you decide not to do it, you'll have to use it eventually. My hands are itchy. I'm going crazy.

“Write as fast as you can. ”

“I understand.”

I get up from my seat. I'm ready to run home right now, and he asks.

“Let's hear what's going on. ”

It was a question of desperation. He smiled and replied.

“Coincidence. ”

“We're screwed.”

Nam-Kyung was looking over his shoulder. It seemed to have left the hearing aid. It's pale. I'm always thankful for his nerves. He gave up trying to ask the staff if there was a hearing aid.

There are two manuscripts in front of you now. Only one of them goes out into the world. He stared at the two manuscripts. One was the first manuscript that came to mind when he heard that he was writing in front of the audience with a story about a gray hat. The next manuscript is from yesterday to this morning. I overlaid the name of the gray hat with the word coincidence. He doesn't become a great novelist. The story of the gray hat penetrates deep here. I heard a manuscript.

“It's time. ”

Nam-Kyung said, checking the time.

“Yes. I was prepared a long time ago. ”

“That was a long time ago. ”

Nam-Kyung looked like he was going to act soon. He said his current situation with his dry lips.

“Are you really going to use it on top? The end?”

“Yes.”

“Why don't you just take this manuscript? ”

“You're the editor who said it was much better. ”

The second manuscript was successfully completed. Except for the ending. It wasn't blank at all, but I didn't like the ending. Instead of fixing it onstage, Nam-Kyung told me to take the first manuscript.

“There's still time. ”

“Nothing.”

What answer should I end with? The fishing groundowner is trembling and successfully finishes the stage. Silver ring communicated with the audience, and the undergraduate applauded. The crowd cheers in my ears. I'm starting to get the feeling. Just a little more. I want to feel the feeling clearly in my hands.

“You're out of your mind. ”

Nam-Kyung suddenly said. The thoughts that were concentrated in one place were scattered.

“Fixing the manuscript in this situation. And that's the story I brought with me. ”

I told him, smiling helplessly.

“You sound like you haven't started yet, but you're done. ”

“I'm just being ridiculous. ”

Nam-Kyung has spoken out his feelings. When I first got permission from coincidence and read the manuscript, I was relieved. It was mostly compared to coincidence. Bold writers have gathered. This is a great opportunity to show your face as long as they bring some good writing. I always thought it would be beneficial for coincidence. Rather, I was worried about other writers. But today is the day. I think he was a young man who always hid in adult coincidence.

“You threw away what you could if you tried to protect it. It's because I'm young. I don't think I'm afraid of being ruined. ”

“You're supposed to be alive no matter what. It's okay.”

You sound like an old man. Nam-Kyung said powerlessly.

“Now you can do whatever you want. because I can't stop it if I go onstage. ”

“I will. ”

Just before leaving the waiting room, Nam-Kyung said.

“Don't forget the special situation in which the author's writing is read to readers in real time. that other writers and journalists are watching. ”

He got up from his seat. And laughed.

“I'm sorry, but I'll forget. ”

Winners' Brawl (8) End

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