Big Life

29/7 – Is it a fight? "That's why everybody is so mad at the mechanical keyboard."
"Meow, meow."
Rika on the knee responded with a cry.
The fingers of the reconstruction knocking on the batter were making a louder sound than before.
It was a mechanical keyboard from Haitai Media. The pressure was different for each key and the taste of pushing was good, so it was fun to fingers themselves.
"Rica, do you hear the same sound? When I searched, it cost about 400,000 won. I bought the old keyboard from 2 marts for 9000 won. What did I buy for this expensive thing? Do you want to write one more Pesolonian wizard than you planned? "
Rebuilding continued to knock on the batter, hitting Rika. Time is noon. The world outside the window was steaming hot, but the interior of the one room was comfortable with air conditioning.
Drink!
I received a call from Sui.
Rebuilding stopped the hand knocking the keyboard and picked up the cell phone.
"Uh, hello." – I received a quest extra. It was fun again this time.
"Good luck." – Did you eat lunch?
"I do not have much idea yet. Are you? "- I went out to eat now. Time to eat. Oh, how about tonight? Hyjin was supposed to meet, but JungJun also called and would like to have dinner together?
"I'm sorry, I think it will be difficult to write."
One hand of reconstruction said that it manipulated a mouse and was executing a word program. The manuscript of the novel '90s boy' to participate in digital literature came to the screen full.
– You're still using it. Sometimes I take a break. "I'll be busy only for a week or so." – Why is it only limited to two weeks? Do you have anything special to prepare?
Soohee was noticed too quickly.
No one saw the reconstruction but he laughed and replied.
"I'll let you know if it's good later." – Let me know if it does not work. I want to read it.
All right.
I heard a sigh of noise on the other side of the receiver.
Somehow I felt sorry, but the reconstruction had no answer and I was still there. After a while, Sukhee's lively voice followed.
– Okay, well, we'll have to deal with it later.
"Okay, you too."
I hung up the phone and I rebuilt and put both hands on the keyboard. After taking one deep breath, he focused and started to modify the '90s boy'. It was the third retreat today.
'Sir, is this scene going to visit an old friend who is in a cell?'
Rebuilding recalled the blurred appearance of the hyeongeon which I had seen in a dream someday.
The voice of Seo Gwon – woo, who had never met before, seemed to be heard in my ear.
– It's natural, not bad. I'd rather have a little more time till I get my first greetings.
'Looks like I heard it. I have to fix it. How about this scene where the main character meets his first love? – There are too many unnecessary conversations. You're just talking about yourself, not related to your first love. To delete it.
'Erase everything? I do not know if I can tell you that this woman has lived so hard until now. " – That's self-pity. The artist's mind is projected as a character in the novel. I do not need it.
From a word to a sentence.
Every time I corrected every part, there was a collision between Seongeun and Haejae reconstruction.
Most of them were defeated by acceptance and retreat.
Everyone pointed out that Seo Gwon-woo's emphasis on the perfection of the novel was a chivalrous man. Reconstruction has improved and improved the lack of new understanding.
One or two times in 10 times, the reconstruction was won.
Particularly in the areas of literary character without correct answers, such as the character of the characters and their behavioral description. If it was judged that there was no problem in the overall development, the reconstruction did not break the stubbornness as a writer.
'I do not think you're good, but I think I should be doing this. It is not a hard-boiled novel, and the deletion is overtaken. " – It's not my novel.
The sound of the hitting sounded in the narrow one-room interior.
Rica realized that the reconstruction had begun to get hot, and she went down to bed.
Cat communication
Rika sat in the bed, crying in the air.
The gaze gazed at the back of the reconstruction sitting at the monitor.
Rika looked at the empty space for a long time and then closed her eyes as if she was sleepy.
'I have to finish this. I think I fixed it to fix it. Now I will not go until the contest deadline. "
The reconstruction after the third retreat saved a man of '90s boy' and opened a new window. A clean screen that did not even have a single letter engulfed the monitor.
– You want to write another novel?
Seo Gwon-woo's question seemed to be heard.
The reconstruction made a fool of two fingers and replied inward.
The '90s boy is a novel that has been around for a long time since college. I have a lot of time because of the contest, so I would like to write one more new feature on this occasion. " – Yeah, did you decide on the subject?
'It's my sister's story. My sister, who has been living with her family because she has not been able to care for her love. Please look once the draft is completed. '
Get a ride! Whew… Tadashi! Get a ride!
The fireworks seemed to splash on the mechanical keyboard.
Reconstruction began to pour out his precious heart through his fingers, recalling all the memories of his beloved sister.
Midday quiet summer day.
There will be no summer this year.
The rebuilding was already expected, but it was not too bad. As a writer who is being taught and taught by the best teachers, there was nothing more to wish.

"You're in trouble, dear editor."
"I also like Soma. Oh, it's a vacation from tomorrow? "
"Yes, for four days."
Tae Won and SOMI went out of the office by taking a day off card.
It was the end of summer. Soni was stepping forward step by step as an editor. Kang 's illegal errands also disappeared and his work efficiency was rising day by day.
"You said you would go to your home in the East Sea?"
"Yes, at this time of year, all of the vacationers have left. I thought it would be good to come back quietly. "
Tae – won looked up at the ceiling and sighed.
"I see, I have not seen the sea pond for so long. I lived and worked, and there was no summer. "
"Come with family once. It's hard to think, you can go in 3 hours if you leave. "
"Iknow, right. It's hard to think. "
"My parents are from Mukoho, so please let me know if you have any idea. I'll be good. "
"Are you doing business with me?"
"Oh, will not it?"
I was standing with the elevator button pressed.
SOMI pulled out his vibrating cellphone. The message came from reconstruction.
"Your editor. You're a rebuilder. "
"Is she a writer? What do you say? "
Sommy showed a message on the screen instead of the answer.
A short message of three lines made Tae Won smile.
– I have almost finished the manuscript in digital literature. Fantasy will be completed in about five copies of the next film will be contacted soon. Please tell your editor. Have a good vacation. ^^ "I'm a great man. Ha, you have gone on summer vacation this year. "
Tae – won put his body in the elevator and pushed his tongue out.
As soon as I finished the competition, I started writing Fantasy 's next film. I thought it was a wonderful stamina and a passion. I did not seem to be able to do it myself.
Sommy asked me to push the button on the first floor.
"You wrote a fantasy novel during your school days, too?"
"Yes, I'm glad to know that it is not my way in two years. Creativity and editing were very different. So, did not you say that SOMI also painted? "
"I'm glad to know that it's not my way in a year."
Hahaha
In the elevator, two people laughed at the same time.
While laughing, Sommy grabbed his cell phone and replied to the reconstruction. I want you to write the best novel so that you can enjoy the summer next year. ……

'Huh, I'm going crazy … … ! '
Myeong-hun has already been sitting in front of the computer several times and repeatedly stood up.
Today was the day of the announcement of the results in digital literature.
Originally, the sponsor will contact the winners individually prior to the announcement date. The main purpose is to give detailed instructions on the awards ceremony and to prepare time for the awards essay.
But Myeong-hoon did not get contact. In order to conceal the identity, I participated in the pseudonym Ahn Sung Woo, and I did not attach any contacts or emails.
'It will be. Your exuberance was perfect. I could not have won. '
I wanted to win.
I wanted to crush the kind face that reconstruction had seen at the writers' gathering.
I wanted to be acknowledged as a wonderful writer and man who made another step forward to Suhee.
Hoo … Hoo …
Myeonghoon repeatedly breathed and calmed down his effort. Then, with both eyes closed, I clicked on the title of the literary result news. The screen full of award results emerged.
Myeonghun was afraid to look at the screen with his fingers crossing his eyes. It was also from the bottom of the encouragement prize winner. A total of 19 awards will be awarded to one Grand Prize winner, three Excellence Prize winners and 15 Encouragement Prize winners.
"Okay, not in encouragement. Of course I do. If my novel received encouragement, I would reject it. "
Soon Myeong-hoon's eyes reached the prize of excellence. At the same time, his two eyes were full. The unfamiliar feeling that the goodness and the rage climbed at the same time shook his whole body.
"Excellence Prize? I received an award? "
I could not help but feel intense disappointment with a sigh of relief.
His novel, "Solitude in Seoul," written under the pseudonym Ahn Sung Woo, was recorded in an unmistakable prize for excellence.
'Shit… … ! What kind of great guys did you give me an excellence prize? Is there no subject in this contest? What kind of aspect of the novel is it?
Myeong Hoon grinned and turned his gaze to the side.
The next moment.
Myeong-hun was stiff and stiff like a stone statue.
The name that I never knew and could not pass was that I was sitting on the ground.