Great Novelist

“What did you say?

I saw him with a red face. Every time he opened his mouth, it smelled like alcohol.

“What did I tell you? ”

I was exhausted by the silent tone. He turns his head. It was a drunkard who caught him.

“What are you writing these days? Oh, that. ”

The waiter is coming.

“You tell me the truth. Someone will write for you. Ever since you were a kid, right? It's not yours, is it? You're living someone else's life, aren't you? ”

“You don't like coincidence, do you? ”

“Of course, man. ”

He shrugs. The wall touched my back. When he raises his hand, he grabs the tie that moves sideways and sideways. It bothers me that I'm rambling. His whistling stopped together. I asked him.

“Why do you hate me? ”

I smiled too much. I drooled.

“I hate grown-ups who don't know how hard it is. Kids who ignore the people around them. ”

“Do you know me that well? ”

“I saw your homeless man. They're the perfect people to ignore. I'm sure that's what it looks like to you. You can't laugh at failure. Do you know how to live a good life? ”

“I don't mean to forgive an insult that interpretation is free. ”

“Make the kid unlucky. I don't like people who follow you around. I don't think writing is a big deal. ”

He smiled, and the staff arrived.

“You can't do this to guests. ”

He let go of the tie. A small commotion makes people snort. He turns his head slightly.

“I'm sure this will happen to you, too. People can't always be nice. You need to know what the floor is. It's your fucking turn. ”

“No, it must be good writing. ”

I turned my head. A rose. After that, there was Dongbaek. Rose opened her eyes sharply and said.

“A lot of people will read and be moved. Except you."

He opened his mouth because he was sticky, but Dongbaek came first.

“I'm sorry about this. My staff made a mistake. ”

“Mr. moon.”

“Even you might find it impressive. ”

Rose's face opened quickly. He laughed in vain.

“I'm the one writing. Did you call me here to cover for you today? ”

“No way. We're here to ease that burden. Please contact us.”

“You're impeccable.”

“Hey, are you ignoring me? ”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Don't worry, I won't press charges. ”

I left the store behind an angry drunkard. I got home safely in the car Dongbaek gave me. Dongbaek did not forget to say on the way to the end.

“Be sure to contact us. ”

He said yes and waved his hands until the car was invisible. I'm exhausted when I enter the house.

“I can't do this. ”

There's an article out. What happened at the store is already online. I also noticed a knight telling me that he was fighting someone. I exhaled.

“Yes. Yes. ”

He replied to his agent on the phone.

“Okay, I'll do the interview. Short, right?"

I answered a few more times and hung up. He sighed and threw his phone onto the bed. Something happened and I couldn't wait any longer. I wanted to do it as soon as possible after writing, but I decided to end it quickly.

“Ha.”

I calmed my mind for a moment and moved my hands. He wants to see his soul. I want to find me. The soul is in death. So here he decides to die. I misplaced the first button.

“The ocean would be nice. ”

The waves swallow him. Can't breathe well at temperatures like ice. I can't tell where I'm standing because I'm swept off my feet. Suddenly, my hands stopped. He shrugged. He wrote a sentence, ignoring the sore shoulders as he moved.

“Write something good. ”

A crow cried outside. I wrote it down in a heartbeat. They recorded their mistakes. He goes into the water, he comes out alive. I wrote a sentence to save the protagonist. Create a person to help him. It was then that the vision turned dark.

“· · · · · · · Crow. ”

Sharp nails scratch on the back of the hand. I was bitter, but I didn't get hurt. The eyes meet. I wonder what he would do with his own soul.

“Don't interrupt. ”

You swing your hand violently.

“Are you feeling ill? ”

Butterflies drove and asked. I'm just passing the signal. He looked out of a fast-moving window and said.

“Not at all.”

“His face is pale. ”

“I'm fine.”

She squints and asks. You don't look so good. He said he lacked sleep.

“Aren't you pretending? ”

He shakes his hand.

“I haven't eaten anything, so I don't have to pretend. ”

“It's past lunch. ”

“I'm busy at work. ”

Butterflies frowned and asked.

“Are you sure you want to do this interview today? ”

“Of course. I keep my promises. ”

He looks at her and raises his mouth. The butterflies were not at all relieved.

“Let's get a sandwich nearby first. There's a bakery. ”

“I'm not hungry. ”

“I'm embarrassed that you're blubbering during an interview. You know how hungry I get when I talk to you? ”

She buys two bags of bread full of gear nose and loads them in the car. He chose the right one and forced it into his mouth.

“Delicious.”

“I'm glad.”

I ate the bread diligently.

“It's not easy to write by Kangwon, is it? ”

He nods, drinking all the milk he bought with him.

“That's right.”

“That's natural. It's a little strange to think of it as writing it down without any worries. You can take your time carrying someone else's sentence. ”

“I'm working on the latter. ”

“What a coincidence. ”

The butterfly glances at itself and asks.

“If you say later. ”

“A street with a view of the end. ”

Butterflies said, counting roughly the dates.

“You must be tired. You're not exaggerating, are you? ”

He twisted his legs and looked out the window and asked.

“Do we have time? ”

“Yes. I got out early. What's the matter?”

“Can you pull over for a second? ”

“Yes?”

The butterfly turns its head to look at its own face. He shut his mouth. I heard a blurry sound.

“Stop for a second. ”

“Oh, my God. Is the milk bad? ”

I stopped the car as soon as I could. He quickly went down into the cafe. To rent a bathroom. Butterflies looked at him with worried eyes.

“What the hell are you writing? ”

The butterfly hugs his expectations and worries simultaneously and waits for him.

“It's been a long time. I didn't think you'd approve the interview. We've been seeing each other for a long time. ”

“I see. Nice to meet you.

I was sitting in the waiting room resting, and a reporter came to see me. With a friendly conversation, he nodded. He said softly.

“There's a lot of good and bad overlapping. Writer.”

The reporter waved his hand as he laughed lightly. The more serious the face, the more it sounded like a joke.

“The writer is spinning a rumor that he punched his opponent with his fist. You finally found a reason to be friends with Coin. They're all talking in excitement. ”

“I'm afraid not.”

“Well, most of the opinions are positive. You're a coincidence writer, not someone else. Let me give you a big piece of advice: you're too slow to respond. Why can't you do it as fast as when 10 billion exploded? You're constantly taking unnecessary insults. ”

He shrugs. The journalist's expression was that he couldn't understand.

“Do you like swearing? ”

“Where is such a person in the world? ”

The journalist said, tasting again.

“There are only people in the world who need to be insulted and those who don't. ”

“Is something wrong? ”

As he blinked and asked, he scratched his eyebrows and killed his voice.

“I met a friend of mine from the political department yesterday. I had a drink, but the back story is huge. I'll tell you in detail at the ceremony later. ”

“The banquet is a bit. ”

“There's this funny story, and you're not coming? ”

“You know I'm busy. ”

The reporter nodded, regretting.

“Everyone knows that. I can't hold on much longer. I'm afraid I'd like to read it soon. Please complete it as soon as possible. ”

He smiled and said.

“No problem.”

“There you are. ”

Someone has entered the waiting room entrance. Reporters and Australia looked back at the same time. There was a calculating writer who would be published with the same subject. A black outfit from head to toe. I said hello and asked.

“Aren't you getting on? ”

“I was covering a little bit. Is the sun a little high lately? ”

She rolls up her sleeve and shows you her wrist. It's a different color from where I wore my watch. Draws a clear boundary.

“There were also sock marks on the feet. Would you like to see?”

“I'm fine.”

“I miss you. Take a picture later. Maybe it's a sign of a coverage trip. ”

Calculation laughed at the reporter's words. It's a lively face. He asked her a few questions.

“How's the writing going? ”

“Yeah, I think it's going to be great. ”

“Hey, that's what the math writer said. ”

The reporter was in a commotion. The reaction could be understood.

“Aren't you getting another high award? ”

“So it's the same topic as today? ”

The topic of today's interview was about writers working overseas. Neither Australia nor she writes often overseas. She was flying her name overseas, winning the top prize.

“Your writing is painful because you have to wait a few years. Literature is such a thing, actually, but I don't want it to happen because you're next to it. ”

She nods, smiling. He rubbed his thighs.

“I only write full-length novels, especially. No wonder you feel that way. It's actually slow.”

“You only write great works, but you're slow. ”

All the words she spends a long time carving are deeply pricked. Journalists glanced back and forth between Australia and the mountain and asked.

“How did you feel when you heard that the writer was writing in succession to the writer Kang Wool? For your information, this is a private matter, so let's be honest. ”

Ask questions to answer your own questions She opened her mouth in a way that she didn't care.

“It won't be much different from what you say here or what you say in front of us. Like a bunch of similar questions, right? about accidental action figures. ”

“Of course. ”

“I envy coincidences. ”

“Yes?”

He saw her. She crosses her arms and says in a distinctive dry tone.

“I'm greedy too. From the moment you don't know you exist, think about it. What kind of writing? What kind of novel? What kind of emotions are there? How will I change if I read it? ”

She sees herself. He was nervous.

“Will I be like you? ”

Crows do not die. (2) The End

lim Han-baek