Actor, Search for Hope

It's raining. The whole world is already wet or long. The lights that always illuminated the street, the sound that always resounded somewhere, and the rain seeped in without a rumour, and it felt like a little rest for a long time.

“Shut up... Yawn. ”

Time of awakening is six o'clock. It is an hour before dawn, but for morning humans, it is an hour. However, for Kim Seol, this time always seemed premature. As I get older, it's hard to fall asleep at some point. So it was quite common for this to happen at such an early hour. However, I blame Kim Seol for the rain.

There are still more than three hours before the alarm is triggered from the clock. Usually, it was about nine o'clock.

On rainy days, old memories sometimes blur and appear. The story of when I first came to Seoul and started tracking. It wasn't completely underground, but there was a time when I lived in a single room in the semi-basement. A place where unseen mold had risen on rainy days and was full of moisture.

I still can't get up. I don't think I'll be able to sleep again.

I didn't think I'd be stumbling around for a while. I was.

Kim Seol's ritual returned to the old days and scattered the thin drops like clouds of rain.

Kim Seol was born in a rural area in Jeollanam-do. I grew up hearing that I study best in the village and the expectations of my family were great. I studied very hard in high school because I wanted to become a doctor. Until that day, he drew his future as a doctor.

However, Kafka's "Transformation" changed Kim Seol's life by accident when he had time left to study.

Kim made a commitment covering the last page of the transformation.

Let's be writers.

Of course, things got crazy in the house.

However, Seoul Kim came up to Seoul without any thought, rooting out the opposition of the family. And the place where they first started their lives was a single compartment in the basement. The memories of that time are still clearly positioned.

The past turns into a memory over time, and the memory is wrapped in the name of romance. However, no matter how much I thought about it, I didn't want to call it romantic at that time as Kim Seol. It's just a memory I hate. A place where the sun never came in and I never wanted to find it again.

Particularly, I still have a vivid memory of the publisher who was involved with the first work I wrote in that single room.

Rainy days. The road at that time was blurred. Even the distant way of the world that still has to go, the mirror of the heart that has been trying to clean, was when the droplets formed.

At that time, I wanted to disappear somewhere and throw away the burden of my heart.

When I first saw him in the countryside, I was a kid. It was just a time when I thought I would succeed if I wrote well. While working as a day-worker, I went down to write without losing my passion.

After writing and struggling, I got a call from the publisher.

Let's make a deal.

And I started talking about terms and conditions.

I was naive enough to believe all that. That was the moment. A country boy with a puffy dream, not yet asked. Just like that.

The right to publish was the right to transmit, so I was ignorant of these words, and it was a time when a clear concept was not established. So I was fooled. Just a few words. It was enough to just blurt out a few of them.

And over time, as I was talking to the publisher, something strange started to appear.

The first time I felt strange was when I said I wanted to correct an error. A really sudden change of editor. He didn't tell me why. It's an inside secret. At the time, I believed it was a real secret.

The next time I said I had to correct an error, I started to feel something was wrong. When I asked for an edition to correct the error, the publisher said they would never give me the final edition. I don't think so.

Even then, I felt strange, but I just went for it. It could be. I couldn't do it, but I did.

However, as the strangeness repeated, Seol Kim only realized. I was a faggot.

Publishing is pushed for months, and every time you say it, you wait, you wait. Waiting again. Say it, say it. I had to say it again many times. Tons of calls and steps. And communicating with more than one employee. It was quite difficult and hateful for Seoul Kim.

Planning goes to Planning. Edit to Editor. Occasionally, I talk to a senior director or boss. Settlement not handled properly there. If you are curious about how it is being handled and you contact an accountant, etc.

Anything I say can and will be ignored.

In the publisher, the author was originally a sensitive person.

That's what writers do.

It's natural that writers are sensitive.

I was sorry at first, and then I was miserable.

It was a world where the fundamental things that had to be done were not kept. It was like a world where only people were completely different from me.

The most baffling thing was that the manuscript that was sent was missing and left behind for over a year. It took him over two years to get out.

Fortunately, because of the first contract, I ended my relationship with the publisher of the first work.

Now, e-books have developed, and publishers are competing because there are many Middle Ages heating, and writers, especially because of the development of the Internet, are getting a little less information, but that was when they cut their noses if they get really wrong.

My first work was amazing. I should have made quite a lot of money, but I didn't make much money. Part of the amount was also fraudulent in more than half of the contract.

From then on, I started wearing a mask. Don't let anyone underestimate you. And be thorough on any contract. One thing at a time. After I made some money later, I left a dedicated lawyer.

I used to smile when others saw me. Laughing like that, writing books, getting popular. You get pushed aside by other people.

Fortunately, I was able to write steadily. Even though the atmosphere had changed, it was popular. When I was so tired of the world, I wanted to leave Seoul. Somewhere no one knows.

So I went to Japan.

I wandered all over Japan. Just follow my footsteps, follow the wind. Then Seol Kim faces strange things.

I took the 10,000 won subway while traveling, but I lost my balance and stepped on someone's foot. Strange things happened after that. He apologized before Kim Seol even had an apology.

“Sorry... no, Smith-Saing."

It was my first meeting with Director Yoo Gangjin.

I asked him after getting to know him a little later. Why did you apologize in the first place?

Most people in Japan, so that's what I'm doing. In such cases, the Japanese often thought that they had misplaced their feet and made others step on them. So he often apologized first. I agree with you half the time.

It was the first cultural shock that Seoul Kim felt. You have that attitude. I felt for the first time that the culture was different because the country was different.

My country is where people who step on their feet say they're sorry first. Even if they're wrong, they can turn on each other.

Kim Seol hated Japan. So I thought that the reactions and the words of Yoo Gangjin at first were just pretenses and masks. But as I was traveling to Japan, I thought about what else I would do. I thought it would be not bad if we could keep each other's manners even if we pretended to be masks or masks.

However, it was still hard to understand why people who still disliked others so much and hated the idea of hurting their lungs were silent about my country's past.

Anyway, that trip to Japan led to more and more ideas. At least be polite. If only we could be considerate of each other. But don't look so shabby, etc. As a result, the current mask was completed.

Strange smile. And a sarcastic tone.

Tar Leung

Suddenly, at the sound of the alarm of the clock, Kim Seol again folded his old time and pushed it into the middle of consciousness.

I must have dozed off for a while. When I looked at the clock, it was time to wake up.

Maybe it's because I remembered what Malala, the Peace Prize winner, said yesterday.

The sound of the rain I hear when I wake up sounds sad today.

Let us hold books and pens. The book and the pen are the most powerful weapons in the world. One child, one teacher, one book, one pen can change the world.

My pen, my book, could it have moved the world a little bit? I don't think so.

Artwork Reviews

Hi, I'm Luftschloss.

First of all, I want to apologize in advance for this incident.

I spoke directly to the author of the work that was suspected of plagiarism.

I've been told it's not plagiarism.

Please refer to the announcement for details.

It's a little low. Sorry about that.

Mental was... a little... affected by the incident.

Thankfully, it will end with a hefting.

I'm sorry, but I'll see you next week.