[Journal] Writer Jeong-in
I always thought of going only one way. Despite a girlhood full of hopes and dreams, I didn’t take any other way seriously. Time has flown; a girl has turned into no more than a writer. In those days, there were exuberant rumors that novels were dying. Rather late, a girl grew up herself as a writer while passing through happiness and misery.
I felt a little sad when I went on a trip to other countries. Once, a travel agent didn’t even approve the occupation of novelist from the beginning. “What do you do?” “I’m a writer.” After a moment of dubious silence between us, the agent asked me again. “Are you married?” “Yes.” “Let me put your job as a housewife on the paper.”
Some time in the past, I wrote ‘Writer’ unconsciously on another country’s entry card. An officer at the immigration bureau gave me an admirable look that looked like, “Wow, a writer?" I felt strong cultural differences and I couldn’t blame it all on the fault of writers. I have always wondered, what does my writing mean to people?
The world turns around faster and faster, and people always live gasping for breath. In the meantime, what would be a story that might have people’s ear to the ground? What should writers pass on?
Writers are in agony all the time. Now, I am still writing with a title that is nothing better than housewife and holding unsolved questions in hand.
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 / 입력시간: 2005. 11.03. 09:15
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