LOVELY WRITER INTRO

 

‘Alright, this time I’ll let him win.’

‘The problem is…’


My fingers stop for a moment on the keyboard when I heard the roar of the car engine getting closer. Because the atmosphere in this area was quite enough, so even a little sound can be heard clearly.

I sat at the round table, which was a foot tall by the window. I raise my eyebrows, prayed that car would quickly pass, so I could get back to focus on my work, and started moving my fingers back over the laptop keyboard...


Ting tong....


Looks like luck isn’t on my side today.
I clenched my fist, then I lifted my head and pushed it to the back. I lifted my hands and covered my face, I feel frustrated, and didn’t know what to do.


“P’Gene.”


“…”


“P’Gennnn, are you in there? Please open the door!”


Damn!!!

A sigh came from my mouth, yet I came down anyway from the chair (which shape that you often find at the pub matched with table which the height is similar to that chair) carefully to open the door. I took off the door locks one by one, starts from the top edge of the door (maybe like a mortise locks that usually used in apartment), then the knob locks and the last chain locks. When the heavy wooden door opened, I could see that tiny figure standing in front of the door.



“Damn....”


“P’Gene, how is it going?”


“Why did you come? I told you don’t show your stupid face for a week.”


“I’m sorry, but I have something really urgent to tell you.”


“What’s so urgent? It's not even the deadline yet. Don’t you already agreed that I need 5 (five) months? I did my research yesterday. I’ll just start writing, but you already bothering me now.”


“Hey... C’mon don’t be angry, i really need to tell you this very urgent matters.


“….”


“Seriously, I’m not kidding”


“if you’re kidding, I’ll gonna take that knife and stabs you.”


“Yes, I swear. But you have to see from others point of view too, it’s really urgent for me.”


I feel like wanna piercing this young man’s eyes in front of me. But, given that he also always helped me to organize the script, so I turned to let him into my house. I heard close the door then walked following me, and I immediately walk quickly afraid of changing my mind.


I sat on the sofa, there’s a low table in the front which messy with a notebook and paper written in pencil and pen. Some of them are wrinkled and even torn.


There’s also a plate of breadcrumbs and used coffee cups. That young man moved to take plates and glasses.


“Make a coffee for me.”


“Latte.” He said while placing plates and glasses on the table near the sink.


I glanced back a little, before turning my gaze to the messy things in front of me, it’s almost midnight and I sat there doing my job. It's exactly 3 in the morning when the work is done. I went to bed and set the alarm at 9 am. Then start to do a few things, open the computer, and get on with the job.


My main job is a writer of fiction stories.
Yes, a novelist. Several years ago, I had sent a job application to a company recommended by the university. But I feel that I am a person who does not like to be controlled and limited in doing work. And on the same day I tried to find another job that I think is suitable for myself.


Freelance jobs are quite popular recently. You can do it anytime, anywhere, and sleep anytime. Just set the time to do the work. And at that time, I was trying to browse freelance graphic company vacancies.


Work less tediously, and be less time-bound, and still be able to do some of the things we love. Until one day, I felt bored after watching sci-fi movies, spending time while eating. I want to make a funny story, then I want to produce my own film.



Honestly, I really like watching movies, I watch all kinds of genres from alien, cannibals and so on. It was really amazing when I started writing fantasy stories and posting them on the pages of famous websites. That's a new breakthrough because readers usually prefer genre like love stories or comedy.
This like stimulation when your fingers start writing to describe what’s on your mind into a masterpiece, it's more fun than works as a freelance or sitting in a chair as an office clerk.


So, I resigned and started my job as a novelist.



Actually, I was 25 yo at that time and I’m 26 yo now, I have to starts thinking my future. I'm thinking of looking for a job that can guarantee my future.


But I was so naive, on the other side of my brain screaming “You're lucky, others can't do like you. You're selling fiction, that's amazing !!”



So since then, I started writing fantasy and horror novels.


At that time my life was happy but it's only last for two years. Because now, about five months ago, Khun Boss asked me to meet him. Since then, it was like a creek stretched out in front of me. Khun boss asked me to write a fiction that will be brought to the book fair. The book fair is about to start, but Khun boss hasn't decide a genre to write about. There’s only one genre that was booming at that time. And khun boss asked me to make it.
In short, Khun boss asked me to make a Boyslove fiction.



“P’Gene, Here’s your coffee.”


The sound of the cup being put in front of me snapped me out of my reverie, I picked up that cup and drank it, “Thank You.”



“Are you working on eoh script?”


“Um.”


“Writing about someone who has faced the cruelty of his lover eoh?”


“...” the coffee in my hand almost spilled because of too shocked. But, I moved right away to stabilize it from spilling.


“Your first Y fiction is about a cruel lover.”



“Son of a Bitch, I knew what I wrote.”


This young man laughing, I know he is trying to jokes around and makes me relax. But that only made me even more annoyed.


“My bad, let's just say the story about the cruel lover is over, Mr. Author.”


“...”



My face still sullen, I also haven't answered anything other than that.
Talking about how I start writing boyslove novel for the time being...


My editor really convinced me, that this genre of novels is on the rise lately. The publishers I work with are also not small publishers, there are separate categories for publishing such as the genre of fantasy, horror, romance, light stories, to fiction. Some are translated from Chinese or English, so the Boyslove genre for novel itself is still rather rare.


But... what will happen to an ordinary guy like me? Who even never read any Boyslove novel.


Of course, I objected. I don't even know how to make it. I tried to firmly refuse because I thought I had the right to refuse. But on second thought, I will lose this job if I refuse. Since I only have one publisher, if they reject my story, then I have to find a new publisher. Therefore, I decided to agree.



I also sympathized with being told that the upcoming exhibition was a huge project. But the publishers cannot find the appropriate author. And because they liked mine, they told me to do it. They also gave me plots to write about and sent me books, comics from Thailand and international for study.


‘‘Hands tied clearly, no, he even stepped on my feet”
(This is a Thai proverb, which probably
means we can't do anything about it.)


I'll tell you, actually, I don't mind reading stories about relationships between boys and boys. It's a kind of love story, a book that creates new perspectives for a writer who has never even read a book of this genre. But if it's to write a story ...


I don't think I can, and I think I'm too new to this genre.


But in the end, I had to stop writing stories according to my genre and start writing boyslove stories. I've written 4 chapters and then gave the title in English. I sent the story to the editor and got a revision of the title. The title has been changed to "Bad Engineering" as the main title.



The new title doesn't suit me at all. In the end, the novel sold well and will be made into a series. The publishers are very happy, and I also get a lot of income from it. And it turned out that when the Boyslove novel writer was famous, he had to keep writing with that genre.



“If P 'gets angry, your cheeks will become wide.”


“It's not my cheeks that are widening, but yours.” I grit my teeth and put my coffee cup down hard.


“Then, how about the first day’s casting?”


“It’s the second round now, they asked you to come and be a judge too.”


“Ask the other to handle it.”


“Oiiih....you can’t.”


“Why?”


“The production team invited you, and I told you P’. The person who knows the character best is the writer.”


“But it's about casting, they can choose and read the characters.”


“Are you crazy, how come they could know better than you P’?”


“You know that Ai’Hin”


A hero, jealousy, from the engineering faculty and a super cute couple. It’s written in the novel I made.


“Anyway, you have to go P’Gene.”


“Can you stop bothering me, you know I'm writing a new story, don't you see it?”


“Don’t force yourself P’, take a rest for a while.”


I frowned, “Didn’t khun Boss want me to finish my script as soon as possible?”


“C’mon P’, Khun Boss might change his mind.”


“SHIT!!!!”


“Why P’?”


“I cursed you fool.”


“The 2nd round casting will be held at the W.K Entertainment building. I will notify tonight for the room and floor.”


“....”


“Ouh... Here’s the document contains profiles of who will audition for the 2nd round and who have passed the first round.”


And then that little bastard put the document on top of piles of my paper which scattered on the table.


“Ouh, everything I have attached here is very detailed, please read it.”


“I know.” I waved my hand.


“Please just follow this, so there's no need to rush into a new story.”


“Do you think, I'm in the mood to write a story today?"

“Alright, I’ll wait hahaha.”


After making such a fuss, that young man named Hin left my house. I can hear the roar of his car speeding up and then disappearing in a few minutes. The atmosphere back to quiet and calm again.


I took a deep breath, drank the rest of the coffee before putting it into the sink. Then I put some water in my palms and wipe my face to get rid of fatigue.
It’s not even noon yet, but my body feels tired like it’s already at night.


I don't care about the documents that bastard gave me today, I really have no interest in reading them. I walked out, pushed the small door out on the side of the house. As far as I could see, there’s a small garden of several hectares and overgrown with meadows like it is at the end of the horizon. The air is still fresh here, far from smoke and pollution.
I took a deep breath as if to regain my strength.



...... but it’s just a sign....