Great Novelist

The scroll comes out in a slightly hasty pace. A crowd that didn't know he was coming is excited. A round of applause erupted. Applause as instructed. He got up from his seat and welcomed him. I can feel the eyes. The camera is looking this way.

“You look familiar. ”

The facilitator immediately asked. He said confidently.

“He's a friend.”

The facilitator opened his mouth with a face that he still had a lot to say about it.

“You two have been friends since high school? ”

“Yes.”

The calligraphy replied in a blunt tone. I didn't seem very nervous.

“You didn't say anything during the climb, did you? And then all of a sudden, there was this article. You two have known each other for a long time. He was a friend. An alumni. ”

“I'm not an alumni. I was just in the neighborhood. It's really no big deal. I'm not sure why that's news. ”

He shrugs, and the flat smile narrows.

“You never intended to reveal yourself? ”

“Yes, I think it's better if he talks. I acted because he wanted me to. ”

The Bible recited the prepared dialogue.

“Funny thing about friends being coincidences. ”

“Yes, I think so. ”

“But it's a little different when he's a aspiring writer. ”

Everyone who knew who the coincidence was agreed.

“I didn't know it was a coincidence. ”

“Oh, so you became friends without even knowing it was a coincidence? ”

“Yes. The voice of coincidence that you don't know is familiar to you. ”

Audiences are interested. That was a good sign.

“How did you feel when you found out? ”

“Immediately after, it didn't feel that violent. I didn't feel it. But when I climbed, all of a sudden the world changed. ”

“That's right. Now I'm here where I can feel who the coincidence is. ”

Pyeongjin received the word. The chalkboard nods. There they all called him by chance.

“The reason this event got noticed was because it was a coincidence. I was on stage, and I felt like the audience didn't know me. They all looked at me with strange eyes. Accidental writers, of course, were different. ”

“You wanted to be famous sooner. ”

“I wanted to be cheered on just by appearances. ”

The camera grabbed the notebook. The face of the notebook that appeared on the monitor was serious.

“But at the same time, I knew I was going to see him just by talking about his name. We decided never to talk about it. I would have pride. ”

“But then something happened. ”

The facilitator said, the scroll sighs.

“I don't know how the journalist found out, but for the first time in my life, I've been called a bad guy. You all know the popularity of coincidence. The sheep were huge.”

“How did it feel? ”

“I was angry. I was unfair. But the most frustrating thing was that what I had made a commitment not to do was done on purpose. ”

The facilitator looked at the PD once and opened his mouth.

“I heard a story once about a coincidence you didn't know. ”

“Yes. I interviewed him before the article came out. Now, coincidence and coincidence, I get a lot of questions about that. I didn't want to talk about it, but new people don't have a right to reject it everywhere. ”

“Are you ready for that video? ”

On one side of the set, a video appeared on the monitor. The crowd's gaze converged toward the place. The contents of the interview were conveyed thoroughly. The date and time on the recording day were also floating. I looked at the audience's face. It was successful.

“How are you? What a coincidence. ”

The facilitator turns to him. I decided to wedge it.

“A lot of people enjoyed writing at this event. I read it very deeply myself. That's the part where coincidence doesn't affect the name. ”

Many people already knew that the reviews on that day were very good. He looks at the words of Flatness. I liked the vibe. Now I can make the notebook a positive one. The facilitator changed the mood and spoke to him.

“What kind of a coincidence writer are you seeing next to? You've been close since high school, so I'm sure you two know each other, but is there anything you want to reveal? ”

“Reveal?”

“Yes. The secret of accidental writers. ”

A cheer came from the audience. The audience wanted it. He tapped the calligraphy's leg, staring into the audience. The pencil opens its mouth, thinking of the bear.

“Australia is good at running. ”

“Running.”

The reaction was ambiguous. The inscription was words.

“Win six out of ten matches. ”

I said small.

“Isn't that eight times? ”

“Not that much. ”

“I see. But not like that. ”

He makes it clear that he wants something a little more secret and dark. The pencil thought a little longer and said,

“Sometimes I stare at my eyebrows. I actually knew that look. ”

You smile carelessly. His eyebrows are clearly thick and his mind is secretive. But there were those who were dissatisfied with it. This time, Pyeongjin urged him.

“Is there any information about the article? ”

“About writing · · · · · · · · · · ·. ”

The thought grows longer. His head suddenly rises as he descends.

“I do.”

“You got one?"

He waited with anticipation for an answer. I don't know what he's gonna say.

“I accidentally drank. Coincidentally, the writer is intimately familiar with the subject of alcoholism and intoxication. Do you know?”

“Of course. That was when he was a minor. I wondered.”

Flats gleam in the eyes. The eyebrows of the scroll flicker. A low voice came out.

“But he doesn't like alcohol. ”

“ · · · · · ·. ”

Everyone already knows that he doesn't enjoy drinking. The scroll did not give in to the reactions around it. He was serious by himself. Even on the broadcast, he showed off his usual appearance.

“I always wet my lips when I drink with you. But I know more about the difficulties of drinking than anyone. It has comforted me in many different ways in my hunger. It was amazing.”

“· · · · · · · Is that the end? ”

“Yes.”

“Anything else? You don't know about the buildings you bought or the land or anything like that? ”

The scroll shakes its head.

“I didn't even know it was a coincidence that I was carrying an unfinished manuscript this time. ”

“No one knew that. ”

Pyeongjin said, his gaze is on him.

“Except by chance. ”

The facilitator made room for the flat. It was a chance to remember the coincidence of that day.

“What surprised me at first was the speed at which I wrote. Speed at which to create sentences. In fact, speed is not that important for writing. It's better if you can make good writing slowly. ”

He picked his breath once.

“Here's what to notice. I mean, you can write fast, because you can't think that fast. It's much harder to write without thinking. Audiences are greedy for glances, ratings, current situation and better sentences. We need to be able to get rid of them all. ”

“So, the writer accidentally wrote on stage and in front of the readers? ”

The facilitator looks at himself.

“Aren't you afraid of bad judgment? ”

You can't be afraid. He shakes his head.

“I get hurt and discouraged when I hear bad things. I always want to write something great. But I didn't think what you said at the time. ”

“Is it that easy? ”

“Never.”

The scroll replies. It was decisive.

“What was the opinion of the scribe? ”

“I was filled with the idea of wanting to write better than coincidence. We were watching on the second floor, and it was like Siberia. We all felt his indifference. ”

The flank said one step ahead of the Lord who was about to deny.

“Yes. Everyone in the field felt it. It was really quiet in the audience. ”

“Especially the story of the writer by accident. I spoke to him a moment ago. ”

The audience was flustered. Everyone knew what coincidence was. The facilitator read the words on the progress chart. He quietly listened to the story.

“But things change. He keeps failing. It doesn't get any better. ”

The facilitator posted a question that many people had questions about.

“Why did you put on stage the story that the protagonist by the name of coincidence is going through a series of failures? ”

I wonder why I chose it. The facilitator said so. He actually began by saying that he had prepared a different story before.

“Right after I saw the stage of the notebook, I felt like my feelings had reached their limit. ”

“What's that? ”

“Words are misleading emotions. Jealousy, malice, crisis, pity, self-esteem, consideration, defeat. Such as the bitterness of wishing for someone's misfortune and being comforted depending on where you're standing. I didn't want to hurt her, I didn't want to hurt her. ”

There are writers who want to win coincidence. There are those who want coincidence to fail. There was a man who wanted an answer, and there was a coincidence he couldn't answer. Everything seemed tangled in one place. I had to let him go.

“I've come up with an article that can handle those feelings. ”

He cleared the horse.

“So in conclusion, I just wanted to write it. ”

Simply put, the notebook mutters a little.

“You can't write a story like that even if you want to. ”

You wake up with a flat surface. His desk is shaken.

“It's not that simple. ”

He was a little embarrassed.

“Yes?”

“Coincidences in novels are ugly. It's not cool. It's being punished. He's a fool who makes stupid choices all the time. Coincidental success is a single moment of life, just like a petruscan doll. When the dance is over, your life turns off. If you fall in love with a great person, you're a doll. It's meaningless and pathetic. The process of accidents going down is like the fury of a Straw Doll. No one listens, no one affects anything. Finished onstage. So he's only asked about books, he's only told about books. A novel that he was so jealous of. ”

I blinked at the story in a heartbeat.

“It's like this. What's more than silence?" ”

Coincidence is young and healthy. Pure and glamorous, and I wrote this on the stage. The coincidence in the novel was a person I never imagined. No matter how much I hate coincidence, I can't express it that way. Why coincidence is possible.

“It's very sad for readers to have these complex minds and to put them together so easily. ”

Accidental Note (3) End

lim Han-baek