Big Life

21/5 – Is this a canned or "canned?"
SOMI narrowed the brow and narrowed her eyes.
It was not easy to understand the words of rebuilding.
"You do not know the silver. Those writers can … … "
Reconstruction blurred and asked with eyes.
At the end of his gaze, Sommy was able to recall the expression of canning that he had heard at his party.
"I can not … … Are you talking? "
The publisher's new employee, Sami, knew what the canned food was.
Canned food was a term referring to an act of tying a writer to a specific place and writing it.
The deadline is in front of me, and I squeeze the letter out of the writer who can not write, as if squeezing out the oil.
There are various reasons why writers do not appear.
It is difficult for nature to feel lazy and playful, to have too much anxiousness about his work, or to be frustrated by the weakness of his mind, so that his mental state is at the bottom or not one or two.
The reconstruction before his debut was a snobby when he heard the word canned. I really wanted to make it so forcefully to write so much that it is all people do.
But it was true.

It was when I published my second work.
Reconstruction was not good because the sales volume of the three-volume manuscript was grabbed for two months. In the meantime, I received a phone call from Taewon, who was the editor in charge at the time.
– Ha, you do not work well, do you? The weather is nice, so come and have lunch with me. You will also change your mind. Clothes come out in comfort.
Taewon had said it in the same lukewarm tone as usual.
Though it was a bit questioning to ask for comfortable clothes, reconstruction did not consider it to be a great deal, but went out to the promised place. Then, as soon as he got into Tae – won 's car, he was taken to the office of the publishing company and had lunch with champong rice.
– Go to the rooftop and smoke a cigarette.
Taewon said to the reconstruction after the meal. It was not a sound to go home. He was clearly telling me to come back after smoking.
The landscape of a corner of the office came into view of the reconstruction that gradually began to feel strange.
It was a narrow rectangular room with a partition.
The only thing in the room was a computer, a desk, and a folding bed for one person. Half of the walls were glass windows and the inside was visible from the outside.
So-called canned prison.
It was the moment to confirm the reality of that terrible space.
The reconstruction lived in the small room for a week from that day.
Three meals a day were settled with food editors in charge. After the employees went to work, they closed the common toilet door, connected the hose and took a shower.
All the time except eating and sleeping only invested in writing. The only way to escape from this cell was to finish the deadline.
I realized then rebuilding.
The truth that you can come out by squeezing a piece of writing that seems to never come out.
Because of the eyes of the editors who plugged back, I could not get over without writing anything. When I did not think about it, I was struck by the patriot who stood from 1 to 4. Thanks to the reconstruction, I was able to return home after a week of passing the plaintiff.

"I'm going to write really important articles right now. I do not think there are any writers who want to be able to sue, so I might look strange, but I think that Sommy is looking at me from the side.
The reconstruction stood in a row, blocking the back of the sommelier.
There was only a canned excuse to keep it from misunderstanding.
I share the sensitivity of SOMI through Rika. If her sensitivity disappears, she will not be able to complete Osumi 's dialogue perfectly.
"Can you understand what I say?"
Four Yes, the artist … … I got it. "
Sommy bit her lips like a puzzling one.
The rebuilding was urgent because it was deceived by desperation.
"I will not ask for a long time. Please be as long as possible. I'm sure the editor's eyes should be next to it, so I think it's a tendency to write quickly. "
"But I think it's fast enough if you have sent me a copy of the Master Lock series."
"They were actually written in the old days."
The reconstruction was cut off.
Sommy looked down at his feet with a sense of hesitation. Soon she checked her time on her cell phone and she lifted her head.
"From two hours to three hours … … "
"Really?"
Rebuilding lifted both eyes. It was a much longer time than expected. Sommy nodded smilely and laughed.
"The earlier work is done quickly and I have room for the next one. I did not have to go back to the office before I finished, so I was going to edit the manuscript in the cafe. "
"Here you go. It's a Wi-Fi. "
"may I?"
"Of course. I use it at the desk. I have a cola and juice in the refrigerator. I also have some sweets.
Reconstruction has bloomed and created a working environment for SOMI.
SOMI sat in front of the desk and opened the zipper of the bag. She was always carrying a laptop to work from anywhere.
'He's an outsider.'
SOMI thought, putting out the laptop.
I asked the editors who came to deliver gifts for canned food.
It is not so long since I began my life as an editor, but this is the first time I have ever written such an artist. It seemed that there will not be any more.
But it was a strange smile.
The man who was rebuilding with the absurd pleasure of canning without any hesitation was not burdened at all. His first room was also as comfortable as it had been many times.
Whew… Tadak! Tadashi! Tadak! Whew…
Rebuilding was already concentrating on tapping the batter.
SOMI, who is so energetic with the sound of lively hitting, started editing.
'Okay, as good as it is. The first meeting was over and the next was a date at a convenience store! '
Rebuilding carried the power of SOMI back to his back and wrote out the ambassador of Osumi like crazy.
I have lost the speed of writing 10,000 characters per hour, but it was good at this moment. The writing that was pulled out without clogging continued to fill the screen.
Drink! Drink!
The reconstructed cell phone thrown into bed trembled several times.
It was buried in the blanket, and the reconstruction that had been devoted to the work was not hearing the sound at all.
"Hey, you."
Two hours later, SOMI pulled out a word.
"Yes, please."
"Kwon Tae – won, the editor, gave you a message. Next week, there is a Starbouw writer meeting, and you have to come to the artist. "
"Writers gather … … I'll go. "
The reconstruction was long without worrying and accepted. Still, both eyes were on the monitor screen.
I have been invited to a writer meeting from Taewon several times before. But I never responded. It was because of inferiority as an unsold author. I was so nervous among the writers that I could not attend when I thought of killing myself.
"Please tell me you are unconditionally going."
The reconstruction added a clear statement.
Now the situation is completely different. There was no reason to be reluctant to attend a writer '
"Huh, hungry. Sommy, would you like to eat? "
The reconstruction asked the chair to sit back and sit. I did not eat properly since morning, so my stomach was very hungry.
"Oh, I'm a little horny, too. Do you want to eat at a Chinese restaurant? "
"It's easy, but I've never eaten it … … "
"I'll search for it. Well, there are a lot nearby. What should I do with my artist? "
"That's the liver. Sommy is expensive. I'm out. "
All right. I'll eat something very expensive. "
Soma called the Chinese house with a smiley face. What she ordered to eat expensive was a livery, such as reconstruction. After calling all the addresses, she stopped the call.
"It will be 10 minutes."
"Chinese houses are usually fast."
The reconstruction stood up to catch the coffee.
It took less than a minute for the water to boil from the power on port. The boiling water was poured into the cup and the doorbell rang out 'ding dong' outside the entrance.
"This is too fast? Do you have a liver paste in advance? "
The reconstruction opened its door to the front door with its head open. However, the person standing in front of the door was not a deliveryman with an iron grill.