Great Novelist

Pyeongjin desperately said. He looked like he wanted something. But I couldn't give him anything.

“I wrote this story because I really wanted to write it. ”

“Why did you want to write that story? ”

“I just wanted to use it. ”

“I mean, ”

Flat eyes were about to burst into flames. The facilitator has dried the march.

“I've never seen Pyeongjin so excited. Haha.”

The facilitator enjoyed a different painting. But it was a broadcast. Coincidence does not answer. I couldn't stay here any longer. It was only possible in the square.

“If so, I can assume that this post has been under some serious circumstances? ”

The facilitator skillfully turns the conversation around. It was good to see you, Australia.

“Yes. The writers I was involved with were active. I was trembling and nervous. But if it wasn't on stage, I wouldn't have written the same ending. ”

After finishing the sentence, the facilitator smiled refreshingly. Flat footage sweeps as if there were more to tell, but the camera stops.

“Well, let's talk about Alexandria this time. It's a very different story from the one you showed me onstage. ”

The chalkboard nods. The facilitator spoke to the flat.

“This was a bit unfamiliar in your book, by chance. ”

“The whole vibe is humorous, especially. It was quite a distance from the mature and serious character that the writer has shown so far. The most purely regarded work is a bird's mark, and it's not the same as that. The children who treat Alexandria are pure, but not pure. And that's why it feels so fresh, even though it's a well-known writer. ”

“Why did you try this? ”

“That's what I do. You should always try to write a new article. This time, I just wanted to create a story in a space called school. ”

When the answer was not difficult, the crowd continued to ask.

“The most beloved and remarkable change in this novel is Alexandria. How did you come up with this Alexandria character? Was there a motive?”

I couldn't say it was me. He breathed small and said.

“No, it's a figure I remembered while dining with the writers of the club. I think he's the most effective person to express his subject. ”

At that time, the scroll raised its hand. He looks at him in an unexpected move. The facilitator gave him the right to speak.

“I think it's a coincidence. ”

“What?"

The scroll did not answer the question again. Through that gap, the flanks proactively set out. The tie moves threateningly.

“That's an interesting opinion. Rather, I thought it was a coincidence that I was the opposite of a writer. ”

“Is that so?"

The facilitator said he would not be able to listen to the two people's opinions, first giving the group an opportunity. Pyeongjin speaks skillfully.

“The youngest sign that comes to mind when you're a writer by chance. She was the oldest person in school. Alexandria slowly, one by one, but you happened to be on top very quickly. His debut was stardom and his first fantasy novel received worldwide attention. ”

I didn't say anything to him that emphasized that it was fast.

“What's different about a notebook writer? ”

The facilitator looked at the scroll. The scroll opened its mouth.

“I didn't get the impression of being slow when I saw Alexandria. ”

“Really?"

“I felt a lot. Old and memorable. ”

A small sound came out of the audience.

“There's a lot to know, a lot to know, a lot to wander around, a lot to adapt to, and a lot to accept. There's a lot of greed, a lot of stubbornness, a lot of passion, and a lot of movement. ”

People empathized.

“That's what I thought when I saw the writer. I write a lot. Moreover, when I was in high school, I felt like I wasn't in the same class every time I saw Lord, or I saw a writer by chance. Desks look better than desks. ”

“Does that mean you're an adult? ”

“No, that's not what I meant. ”

The scroll glances this way. He began to recite his usual thoughts.

“It's just not like me. So I don't know if I feel like an adult. just like now. It's the same thing for going out of the recording. He's always relaxed, and he usually fixes things when they happen. ”

The scroll stared into the air.

“If I was a coincidence, I would have been gossiping about the neighborhood. You know, I'm very proud of it, but I have little patience to keep my mouth shut. Besides, everyone around you wants to write. In it, I'm a coincidence, and I mumble. But that's not a coincidence. I didn't say a word. I didn't even see him angry. I'm really angry that someone who doesn't know me is abusing me. But coincidences are silent when someone doubts them. But it doesn't seem silly to me. It's a mystery if you look. And there's no luxury in being rich. At key moments, we behave according to our feelings. I give up my prize for good. I don't want to be caught by chance, so I develop a different style. He's a strange fellow. ”

The facilitator asks if he is happy to have information about the coincidence. I felt like I was trying to draw as long as I could.

“What are the drawbacks of accidental writers? ”

The facilitator asked with a mischievous tone. The inscription said boldly.

“All of these are drawbacks. ”

A smile burst out.

“Are you sure?”

The facilitator looked at him and asked. I'm sorry to barge in.

“That's what it looks like to him. ”

“Spring said so, too. ”

“You two have become very close. It looks good.”

It was like the two of them were talking backwards.

“Coincidental personal information is finally coming out. ”

Pyeongjin hung his mouth with a satisfactory smile. A round of applause erupted from the audience. I don't know what this applause was for, but everyone was happy. None of the information he knew was out of the question. But it felt strange for others to talk about themselves. I was scratching my cheek, and the pencil replied.

“You also go to the writer's house by chance, right? ”

“Yes.”

“Do you sometimes see manuscripts that haven't yet come out of books? ”

“No, there's no such thing. ”

“Do you talk a lot about each other's writing? ”

“Well, I don't know. ”

We looked into each other's eyes. He opened his mouth.

“Rather, when I didn't know I was a coincidence, I thought I was talking more about my writing. ”

“Oh, I see. There must have been a lot of talk about books in front of writers. ”

“I did. I ran into him when I went to the bookstore to buy a book by chance. It was when I released the sound of crying. ”

The facial expression was very interesting. He briefly explained the situation and said how he felt at the time.

“I started reading it in front of my eyes. I was stabbed and told not to read. And then she read it. ”

“It's a coincidence. I need to read it right away. ”

“Is that why you complained? ”

“No way. Crying isn't something to be criticized for. ”

The flank is small. It was as he said.

“Rather, it was you who made the complaint. ”

The scroll reminds me of my memory. It wasn't just a plain.

“Yourself?”

“Yes, I thought he hated coincidence. Unlike other writers, when you deal with coincidences, you get persecuted. If you think about it now, I've probably been preparing for the stage ever since. ”

“You've been humble ever since. ”

I smiled awkwardly at the facilitator's words. I can't even say it's not. My imagination of failure has been steady ever since. Flatfoot stares at you. I was observing something. I try to get information. I dodged a slight eye. The facilitator moved on to the next corner, considering the time and situation.

“Now, I would like to ask you some questions from your audience today. ”

Cheers and applause poured out from the audience. I thought it might be the time they waited most. A lot of people wanted to ask questions. Everyone was holding in their hands the question they had prepared one by one.

The audience had their own number and the facilitator called the number randomly.

“Yes, give me the microphone. ”

Mike goes to the winner. Introduce yourself briefly He said he was working without going to college. I put the question in my mouth.

“I went to see the stage a while back. I was greatly impressed by the writer Bourne accidentally. It was really cool to go down and write sentences very quickly and accurately. ”

“What questions would you like to ask the writer? ”

“The question I'd like to ask is whether you feel hurt, upset, or a little bit bothered by writing it. The story you wrote that day was terrifying to me as a third party. ”

“That's a good question. ”

A small murmur in the flank. The questioner dropped the microphone from his mouth. The facilitator once again summarized the story to make it short. You're fine with writing a damn story. That's the question. I thought about it for a moment and opened my mouth.

“Let me conclude, yes. I don't give a shit. I wasn't upset. I wasn't hurt. ”

Additional questions were followed by the facilitator.

“There's nothing in writing about you at all? ”

I shaken my head at that.

“It's not about you. It's just a coincidence that my name expresses me completely. The proof is that I'm not in the novel, I'm on the broadcast. ”

“But aren't you nervous? the anxiety that the stories in the novels might come true. ”

“Well, if there is. But it's not so different from the anxiety that you feel when you read another novel, or a novel with a tragic ending. like reading a dystopian novel. ”

The beginning was anxiety, but the writing was different. His writings were a testament to digestion. Expression was an eruption. To be clear, the facilitator no longer asked.

“Next person, Mike, please. ”

The facilitator immediately elected the next person. The woman who got up was a middle-aged woman. I kept caring about the next seat as if I were with my daughter.

“I recently read a book called Alexandria, and it's been 30 years. But it was so much fun. So I've read all your books. ”

“Wow, that's amazing. What's your question for the writer? Now's your chance. Ask me anything. ”

She asked seriously.

“I'm really curious about how people will live after they're done writing. ”

Accidental Note (4) End

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