Life, Once Again!

After handing over the novel, I came up with it, but I'm very ashamed. There are so many honest words in there. It's better to be naked.

He calms his breath and looks at her quietly. I look bored, but I don't think I'm bluffing. Pages were handed over and then come back.

You hear the snoring of the sea water. Even in the room where Kwak Jun entered, there is a violent breathing sound. Everyone must be tired.

“Bring it.”

Hanmi reached out his hand and said. I didn't know what he meant, so I looked at him dazed.

“Bring water, water. ”

“Oh, yes. ”

I didn't do anything wrong, but I flinch for no reason. He took water and placed it in front of Korea. Hanmi, who was reading, puts down her notebook and drinks water.

“Did you read it all? ”

“Huh."

He nods slightly and shuts his mouth. There was no clear intention to show the novel. I just wanted to show it. Writing is inevitably unpleasant, and it's hard to face yourself, but it's important.

Hanmi takes a deep drink of water, exhales, and takes another note. He asked carefully.

“You've seen it all.... ”

“The writing is complicated and crude, so I can't understand it all at once. And from the first sentence, it's inscription. And nowadays, fiction is liberal, but it's the basic lack of change in speakers. ”

“I'm sorry. ”

“And then there's the retreat. If you take the form of a novel, draw the form of a paragraph in your head. How good is the novel? You have to feel the speed in the form of paragraphs when it unfolds. It's not everything you put together, everything you put down. ”

“Poetry, I care. ”

“I can preach all day with just the first page, but I can bear it for now. Get some more water. No, get in the car. Green tea, hot tea, barley tea, anything. ”

“Yes, yes! ”

I looked at it, responded vigorously, and stood up. If a smile hits a person on the physical side, Hanmi puts his mind at ease. Daemyung ran into the kitchen, leaving Hanmi, who was reopening his notebook.

* * *

I turned over the page while drinking a sip of steaming tea. I always drank hot water when reading my typeface. Without this, I can't concentrate well. The novel that was handed to me by Tai Lung was cruel enough to give a false sense of laughter. I was full of desire to write, so I never thought of the reader at all. Unrefined words stood between sentences without a second thought. A situation where it's not where it needs to be and where it shouldn't be. If the student who was written and taught brought such an article, Hanmi would have asked him to read it. No, they might have been torn apart.

“Mention it so your readers can recognize it. Change the paragraph, mark it. If you want to continue without changing the chapter, include a ventilating sentence. Suddenly back in the past, when you come back to the present, it's hard to read because your point of view is a mess. ”

“Yes, yes. I'll remember.”

“How many books have you read? ”

“I'm reading it in third grade.... ”

“A few books, not where they are. How many books do you read a month? ”

“I think I read about five books. ”

“I don't write it down. It doesn't mean much. Read it regularly. Anyone who wants to write must read it. I can't write unless I read it. ”

After saying that, Hanmi focused again and read the article. It really is a self-written article. No descriptive skills, no emotional alignment. Readers should adjust the distance while reading the characters' distance. That's it. Why is the vocabulary so limited? The sequential use of the substitute language will make the reading taste more vivid, but the same word is being repeatedly solved. No, repetition is better. Even though I didn't know the meaning of the middle, I caught the eye like a thorn.

“When you first write, think of the reader as an elementary school student. Then the sentence will look better. The less difficult words you need to write, the less inscriptions you'll have, the more concise your sentences will be. Cut out the twisted words, cut out the shortness of breath. ”

I finished my sentence and moved on to the next chapter. This time, my head gets numb from the first sentence. It was so embarrassing that the beginner's writing disappeared that I even wanted to point out. I had to cover it up. I should have asked what this was, and what was the intention of showing me this rotten article.

However, I let my finger hand over the next chapter. I've read it a second time. At first, it's a quickie, and now it's reading in plain sight. It's messy and cluttered.I don't want to see it because it feels loud.

Nevertheless, the eye is pursuing the next sentence. Hanmi knows exactly what this means.

‘Fun articles. ’

Before the Internet was distributed, when I forgot to write on the manuscript, when I tore the page and threw it in the trash or chewed it up and swallowed it, I wrote to Hanmi. I was fascinated by the greatness of the letters that could design an infinite world with limited resources. I dreamed of becoming a novelist, but I realized I was more talented at filming, and then I dug into the drama scenario. In the process, there was an article here that shocked Hanmi a year ago.

Articles covered with emojis. At first, I looked at him and laughed. I thought it was a kid's prank. However, the impact of the article exceeded expectations. The drama and movie with the original novel were finished until the production convention. I thought the world was going crazy. I was treated as a novel even though I could not call it a novel.

Hanmi thought, "It can never be fun to leave out the subtleties of an infant's writing and fill her emotions with drawings. So I read it. I read it again and again for the purpose of understanding, not to go through it.

And the conclusion was that the article was interesting. A pillar of common sense felt warped down. That's when novels based on emoticons started pouring into the publishing world. Some novelists I used to know broke the pen. They folded up saying that the market had changed and that they had been eliminated. They were doing other things in the first place, so there would have been no great sense of folly. It's almost impossible to live as a novelist in this country.

There was no major impact on the drama writer, Hanmi. But after reading the article, there was confusion about identity. Article has no specification. The scenario also belongs to a truly free article compared to the novel on the manuscript. Since it will be used in the field, I remove the sarcasm as much as possible and replace it with a word that sticks to my mouth, so I get a lot out of frame. But even in such a scenario, there were rules that didn't exist, not even an emoticon novel. Seeing a few special characters replacing the delicate emotions, and seeing them loved by many young people, Hanmi was frankly discouraged.

I would have ignored it if it were just a hoax, but the novel was definitely interesting. And the reader recognized the fun. The moment I saw that novels that completely ignored the grammar system were loved, I felt frustrated and darkened in front of me. Until then, he did not acknowledge the literature of the Internet generation. I thought I was a rookie who didn't even know the force behind the pen, looking at someone who writes something ridiculous called a communication novel. However, the reality revealed was something completely different. Readers loved specifications, but even more fun.

Funny. After that, Hanmi started reading the writings written by young people. I decided to keep track of trends and write things that would work for those generations. I believed I could do it that easily. He made a commitment to be an individual writer that understands the trend and writes leading dramas that encompass the new generation.

For a year, she forgot how to write. I took a look at the emoticon novel that I laughed at and got a sense of self-esteem as to why it couldn't be used like this. The drama still went well, but I had to start a new one, and I was in charge of the youth drama because there was talk. The interview caught my ankle when I was confident that I would take the young senses perfectly and melt them into writing and video.

It was fine at the beginning of planning. However, over and over again, I lost confidence in the writing. Writing without confidence was like torture. Eventually, she went around the Internet bulletin board like she always did, and she was inspired by the children's novels she saw there. The novels on the Internet bulletin board were sparkling, and Hanmi was not confident to follow them. I borrowed the contents of my mind as soon as I came to my senses, and I handed over the script. The relief of keeping the promise was that I took a break, but after waking up I realized what I had done.

Since the beginning of production, PD has been forced to revise the script and not argue with it. I always said that, but this time I regretted it so much. But I couldn't bend over and consult first. The writer, Lee Han Mi, had to be perfect.

“Whew.”

Hanmi closed the notebook. I looked over, and I saw a colony sleeping. Looking at the clock, it was 3: 00 in the morning. I think I've seen it seven times. It was really bad, but I enjoyed reading it so much. The content is bitter, but the writing itself is interesting. It was a literal text that showed the face of the author. The form was incomplete, but the contents inside were heavy. It feels like I've been reading powerful articles for a long time.

“Misdirection.”

Hanmi went into the room where Pil-hyun was lying and took the two covers that Pil-hyun had covered and returned to the living room. One to the public, one to the sea, and then the living room seated table. After that, I put the power into the laptop that I thought was mine.

‘Yeah, I didn't have to chase it down. It's something only I can write. Okay, let's make it more perfect. Who am I? It's Lee Han Mi. ’

Hanmi glanced at the notebook of the group and then looked at the notebook screen.

* * *

At dawn, he was able to see her sitting in front of his laptop. I tapped the keyboard with fierce eyes, but I had to stare at it dazed because it looked like a pottery artisan.

“If you're going to continue writing, learn the basics. Do you understand?”

Hanmi didn't even look at me. He unconsciously nods.

“And that novel, it was really fun. Really.”

In a touching compliment, the public had to make a silly smile. I don't know what happened last night, but I think it went well.

* * *

“Yes? Reshoot? ”

The floor hung up after keeping the schedule. And I looked at my phone dazed. They're not supplementary shots of the paintings that finished filming, and they're re-filming after most of them. Besides, the script said to pick it up at the scene. The choreography that was adjusting the schedule was also ridiculous.

“What the hell is going on? ”

It was the first time I'd ever thrown it all away once or twice.

The floor scrapes its head off the bus. I went to school first.

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You have a nice neck.

It must be the power of the Mongolian sands.

I heard that the vagina is bad because it's going through the Chinese Gongdae.

Please be careful again.

I'm having a hard time with my bronchi.

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Referrals, always appreciated.

Coupon, thank you. Thanks to you, I rent a room.

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