080. raconteur

(Ah. Did it show a lot?)

Recognized exclamation came out in response to Stephen King’s question. Still, on the first day, as soon as I saw your face, I thought it was not polite to ask you questions, so I held back, but I guess it was too obvious.

(Before that. These guys seem to be restless. Yes. You said you are a youtuber too? Shouldn’t this scene be filmed at least?)

(There’s that, but I think it’s because they’re both fans of the author. We talked for a while after coming home saying that we really enjoyed both the work and the movie.)

(Oh my gosh. Any fan of mine is always welcome. Tell them it’s okay to film the conversation in this living room now. I think they’ll have to work too.)

“The writer said it’s okay to shoot. Just conversations here in the living room.”

Eom Kang-seok, who was bruised by those words, excitedly set up the camera with Joo Soo-in. Regardless of the number of views, a small talk with a writer on the level of Stephen King will surely have many interesting elements.

(So. Let’s go back. It’s because he looks like he’s kind of blocked.)

(Yes. How to say. It’s frustrating when the story in my head doesn’t come out properly. I can write it if I want to, but it feels strangely out of place and against my nerves?)

(Hmm. How many times do you go through revision?)

(Hmm. I rarely fix it. Except for the work of fixing it by looking at it once when I see a typo or an inscription after writing it for the first time.)

(Is the drama script the same?)

(yes.)

At that, Stephen King laughed out loud.

(This guy was a real genius. Okay. I have a laptop. Do you have any writing now? A work that hasn’t been edited yet. It’s better if it’s written in English?)

Jaeik nodded and displayed the other side of the world he had written on the plane.

(Read it once.)

Stephen King adjusted his glasses and focused on the tablet screen Jaeik held out. Looking at the title, I thought it was a novel. It is also a fantasy novel.

It was interesting. It’s a fantasy novel written in English. I also saw Jaeik’s webtoon and web novel translated into English, but I thought it was a bit disappointing to hit the jackpot in the United States, although it was definitely well written.

(Uhm. Uhm. Ohh. That’s right.)

Stephen King looked over the script, nodding his head as if he knew something, and exclaiming admiration.

(As expected! Great! My eyes are not wrong. You are a born storyteller. Besides, judging from your various activities, you are also a very prolific writer.)

I was in a good mood after being praised by Stephen King, but I couldn’t erase the slightly bewildered side. Should I say it’s more than a compliment?

(So. You said the story in your head doesn’t come out right?)

(yes.)

(You’re already enough. No, you’re overflowing. It’s not right to express a work as a score, but if you dare to express it, you’re already writing an 80-point article.)

(Is it frustrating because the article is not 100 points?)

(My friend. There is no 100-point article in the world. Just as there is no writing that satisfies all mankind on this planet. What you seem to need is a process of refinement. Rather, you are the first one to write. It could be that this score is too high and the problem is caused by constant praise from people around me. Even an article with 80 points is already a great article that other writers can’t write.)

At those words, something popped into my head, and I felt like I couldn’t catch it.

(Think about whether that article is really the best you can write. The direction to better writing is the process of refining. It is the process of turning 80 points into 90 points. Easier vocabulary, Better arrangement of scenes, lines, all of these processes. But don’t go through the editing process right away after writing one episode, because editing is something that takes time to look right.)

Is what I’ve written really the best thing I could ever write? Could it be that I had too much faith in the power of the ring? Other things were the same, but wasn’t there some pride in being able to write a perfect article in one go?

(A story is a story. In a broader sense, a story is something that expands infinitely. At the same time, there is almost no place these days that is not used, from Aesop’s Fables told by my father to politics. I don’t know if it’s possible to create without a story, but a story Because it never reaches the power of creation that exists.)

If you think about it, yes. Anyway, simply because I was busy, there were many cases where I didn’t go through a major revision process in all of my works.

(In the end, the story, direction, and everything are the same. Think and think again. And find a variety of fun.)

Refinement, refinement, but I didn’t know the importance of it. Is it some kind of side effect of doing everything right the first time?

(Uh haha. Oh my God. If that’s the amount of writing that never goes through revision. I can’t wait to see what the future works will be like.)

Stephen King burst out laughing at Jaeik’s bright eyes as if he had realized something. This is what he felt while talking with many people so far, but surprisingly, there was no worry that needed a grandiose solution for such a concern.

Maybe it’s because there are many cases that are missing the most basic or easy to miss.

In his opinion, writing was not a momentary inspiration, but a constant labor, and at the same time, he wrote, thinking that he was playing a kind of game full of inspiration when he immersed himself in his writing.

It’s a kind of belief that if the process of writing isn’t fun, the writing will definitely be lousy.

(It seems that the problem has been solved!)

Stephen King blinked and jumped up from the couch.

A lot of time has already passed and Jae-ik wasn’t leaving tomorrow, so I thought I’d have to talk about the serious business tomorrow.

For no reason, it seemed better to talk about it for a day or so rather than complicate things.

(Let’s have a delicious dinner. My wife showed off her skills to the fullest when she had a guest.)

Jaeik, who escaped from his worries, smelled the savory smell and nodded. Come to think of it, the ship was clamoring for food, and at the same time I felt at ease.

belt ring-

[You have perfected your story-related talents. You will acquire additional talents only for the following talents.]

Well. Hearing that sound made me feel more at ease. It was already the third.

—

Stephen King’s wife Tabitha King’s cooking skills were truly fantastic. The combination of alcohol and food was perfect.

(Ohhh. So. Writing three novels at the same time? Not bad. Some of my novels were written in my spare time while writing a novel.)

And conversation and laughter continued at the dining table. Actually, I built a lot of relationships and met a lot of people in Korea, but among them, the novel was the first time, and besides, he was a person with a really high position.

(It’s not polite to hold on to people who arrived today for a long time. They must have been tired from flying. The room is the same as where you unpacked your luggage earlier. You can sleep there.)

And although it was a little early, I gave up my seat considering the fatigue of the flight.

Um Kang-seok couldn’t say that he was a master, but he was showing a little tired expression.

(Thank you for your consideration.)

Jae-ik returned to the room with Kang-seok and threw himself on the bed with a sigh.

“Ugh. I feel tired. I feel tired. But it’s really great. Sincerity. Also Stephen King. Throughout the conversation, there was not a single thing to miss.”

“So that is it. I don’t know what he said because he spoke so much English, but I just need subtitles. After all, it’s all about you tube material. You can pull out a video just by walking around here, right?”

Eom Kang-seok smirked and checked the camera. I had to diligently secure the capacity to take a lot of videos.

“Yes Yes. Do it what is comfortable for you. Never mind me, sleep first. I have something to do.”

My body was tired, but my mind was clearer than ever. Or rather, should I say that he was sharp beyond words.

“what? Are you writing again?”

“Of course. You have to catch inspiration when it comes, right?”

Watching Song Jae-ik, who was terribly absorbed in the laptop screen with an excited look, Um Kang-seok laughed and quietly left the room to wash up. Maybe with that level of concentration, he wouldn’t care what he did.

“As light as possible. Don’t try to write it all at once. It’s like clearing out the thoughts in your head. Write an 80-point article and turn it into a 90-point article.”

I muttered Stephen King’s advice and put my hand on the keyboard.

just a while ago No, unlike the troubles I had on the plane, I felt clear in my head. It was full of the feeling that I could do anything right now.

knock-

And the moment I clear my mind and write the first sentence. Song Jae-ik quickly filled the empty screen with black letters.

—

tweet-

“Ahhhhh-”

how the hell time has passed I remember writing while watching the evening sunset. When I woke up, a bird was chirping in the garden.

“Ugh, dog blood… no, crazy. Are you still writing?”

Um Kang-seok, who was stretching out of bed, shouted in surprise at the sight of Song Jae-ik still writing in the same posture he wore yesterday.

“uh. Because I’m focused. I’m good at concentrating. Maybe it’s because it’s a great writer’s house, so this place seems to be a good place.”

“Such a madman. You go out then, dude.”

At Um Kang-seok’s words, Song Jae-ik relaxed his stiff bones and let out a laugh.

It was fine though. Because the article came out to the extent that I was really satisfied. Both quality and quantity are satisfactory.

smart-

And with the sound of knocking, Joo Soo-in stuck his head out into the room.

“Boss, writer King wants you to come down for breakfast.”

“Okay~ I’ll wash my face and go down right away. Hey, I’m going to wash up.”

“Oh hey, let’s go.”

Song Jae-ik staggered into the bathroom, and Eom Kang-seok glanced at the monitor and rubbed his eyes, confused as to whether he was seeing the right thing.

“Such a madman. 70,000 words written overnight?”

Considering the time from last night until now, it’s like I’ve been writing like crazy. It’s all written in English, so you should know if it’s interesting or not.

Eom Kang-seok, who pressed the save button several times just in case, made the bed and headed to another bathroom. Shouldn’t we at least get rid of the mucus and go to the breakfast table?

—

(It’s a leaky face even at night.)

As Jaeik came down with the laptop, Stephen King asked with a smile on his face. To be precise, I am so curious about the result that I feel like going crazy.

(Can you take a look?)

(At an important meal, just eat. Let’s watch while eating and drinking tea. It’s not okay to do anything else in front of delicious food.)

(Ah, sorry. I was short on thought.)

(Of course, I’m curious about the results, so I’m going to go crazy.)

At that, Stephen King smiled slightly and took the food and put it on the plate. I had a strong feeling that this morning’s breakfast time would be quite short.

And as expected, Stephen King ate breakfast as if inhaling quickly, and before Jaeik finished his meal, he was putting his head down on the laptop that Jaeik passed over.

(Honey, have some tea.)

(Uh uh, uh, uh. Leave it there and I’ll drink it.)

However, I didn’t know Stephen King’s head would come off the laptop until the steaming hot tea cooled down and was hot enough to pour in at once.

(Huh-!)

Even then, after a long time, Stephen King took his eyes off the screen and let out a breath he had been holding back. Because I was so focused on writing that I forgot to breathe.

(Oh, damn it.)

Stephen King bowed his head in despair.

(What could be the problem?)

(A problem? A lot of problems!)

In response to Jaeik’s question, Stephen King pushed the laptop lightly as if he was dumbfounded.

(This is real. No, what the hell are you? You wrote that article overnight? Did you make a deal with the devil? It’s really crazy. I’m just watching this in advance. I’m curious about what’s next! What is it?)

(Yes? Hahaha! Yes. I should try editing today.)

(Oh my gosh. A first draft can be so good with just a few words. What a crazy talent.)

Song Jae-ik laughed out loud at Stephen King’s highly praised, not raved about.

It was a success.

(This is true. I was asking if you would like to collaborate with me. It’s a dilemma. If you do that collaboration, that novel will come out late.)

(Yeah? A collaboration work?)

Stephen King, rubbing his eyes stiff from so much concentration, nodded.

(Do you like games?)

(For Koreans, games are an indispensable thing.)

(I was going to ask if you would like to make a game with me.)

game? With Stephen King? Not even a novel?