It's annoying, but I write every day
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Book Introduction
- A word from MD
- [Ordinary days come together to become special people] An essay containing the daily life of the annoying writer.
The daily discoveries he made while looking into himself 365 days a year became a path to becoming a better person day by day.
A book that records a year of searching for the most authentic version of myself, a bother who discovered that consistency is the key to making ordinary life special.
- Essay PD Lee Na-young
How to make an ordinary day special,
Becoming a person who does small but consistent things!
The most annoying story loved by 110,000 followers
So how can ordinary days, when accumulated, sparkle like this? This is what the writer, who has been living in a "home" (home + studio) called "Geureoda" in the countryside of Mungyeong since quitting her job, says about "It's Annoying, but I Write Every Day," a diary-like record of everyday moments, which has garnered the warm sympathy and support of 110,000 subscribers.
The author, who is a Class 101 Best Creator and has worked as a guest editor for Naver, Kakao, Donga.com, Cosmopolitan, and Airbnb, has been consistently sharing the small details of her daily life, constantly expressing herself and communicating with people.
As the author says, “I like to discover and express the small sparkles of everyday life,” this book is the most annoying book that transparently reveals the author’s identity and tastes.
Is there a way to make each day we are given special? Instead of seeking something grand and outstanding, the author, as an observer, discovers "myself today" and decides to record each day.
In this way, the writer filled each day with discoveries for 365 days a year and realized.
The way to make today special is to do something every day, in your own way, consistently.
Even on days when you do nothing, just recording that you did nothing can change the temperature of that day by one degree.
In order to become a person who continues to do this consistently, the writer will write and draw every day, even though it is bothersome.
I consider this kind of writer's actions as the role of a creator who helps more people live well and express themselves more easily.
“Even on days like today when I just waste time doing nothing,
“When I see the sunset slowly setting, I feel like I lived well.”
- From the records of September 18th
Becoming a person who does small but consistent things!
The most annoying story loved by 110,000 followers
So how can ordinary days, when accumulated, sparkle like this? This is what the writer, who has been living in a "home" (home + studio) called "Geureoda" in the countryside of Mungyeong since quitting her job, says about "It's Annoying, but I Write Every Day," a diary-like record of everyday moments, which has garnered the warm sympathy and support of 110,000 subscribers.
The author, who is a Class 101 Best Creator and has worked as a guest editor for Naver, Kakao, Donga.com, Cosmopolitan, and Airbnb, has been consistently sharing the small details of her daily life, constantly expressing herself and communicating with people.
As the author says, “I like to discover and express the small sparkles of everyday life,” this book is the most annoying book that transparently reveals the author’s identity and tastes.
Is there a way to make each day we are given special? Instead of seeking something grand and outstanding, the author, as an observer, discovers "myself today" and decides to record each day.
In this way, the writer filled each day with discoveries for 365 days a year and realized.
The way to make today special is to do something every day, in your own way, consistently.
Even on days when you do nothing, just recording that you did nothing can change the temperature of that day by one degree.
In order to become a person who continues to do this consistently, the writer will write and draw every day, even though it is bothersome.
I consider this kind of writer's actions as the role of a creator who helps more people live well and express themselves more easily.
“Even on days like today when I just waste time doing nothing,
“When I see the sunset slowly setting, I feel like I lived well.”
- From the records of September 18th
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November
december
january
february
March
april
May
June
July
August
September
After October
december
january
february
March
april
May
June
July
August
September
After October
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In the past, making money and finding a place for myself in this harsh world were the most important things, but these days, taking care of my life, such as washing the sink strainer or preparing vegetables for eating, has become just as important as making money.
Someday, I will become a successful person, travel all over the place, meet this person and that person, constantly get inspired, and write…
It seems like this was a dream, but now I think it's good to just take care of every nook and cranny of my household, use and organize it, and cook fresh food with care to eat well.
Rather, it would be even sadder to lose this kind of freedom.
--- p.16
When a good idea comes to mind, you must write or draw regularly to express that idea.
Even if the writing and drawings are poor, if you draw and write every day, you will be able to express truly good ideas without losing them when they come to you.
You can't have a tenth good piece of writing without nine bad ones.
A promise I make to myself to write and draw every day, even if it's lacking and messy.
So let's record this miserable daily life today too.
--- p.35
One day, when I was asked what color comes to mind when I think of 'death', I thought of black, but my dad said brown.
“The tree is not brown from the beginning.
If you cut down a living tree, it turns white.
As it dies, it gradually turns brown.
The same goes for apples.
It is white when it first splits, but turns brown as it dies.
That’s called browning….”
Just last week, the mountain in front was a gloomy brown, but now it is slowly turning a light green.
--- p.201
At around 8 p.m., there was a power outage throughout the town.
There is no fire, no internet, and no phone.
The old lady next door said she had a call for my mom and switched her phone. My brother's and my phone, which are both LTE phones, didn't work, but my grandmother's 2G phone did.
Fortunately, water comes out.
Radio works too.
On the radio, IU's "Rain Falls on a Sleepless Night" comes on as if nothing happened.
My brother is serious, but I find it funny.
Was this song this sweet?
I turned on the flashlight and did the dishes.
I was upset because I uploaded the advertisement content at 6 o'clock and it wasn't working well, but I can't even check it.
I just sit there and listen to the crackling sound of the wooden wick burning.
If things don't go on like this, all the food in the fridge will spoil, and I won't be able to shower properly because there's no hot water, but for some reason, I can't help but smile.
--- p.274
I brought my grandmother to my office to celebrate her 88th birthday, but she took care of everything as if it were my birthday.
With a heavy expression, a towel wrapped around her head, gloves on, and boots on, the grandmother pulled out weeds with practiced hands and dug up the dry topsoil, tilling it gently.
And last year, after pulling out the roots and drying them and storing them in the warehouse, he rubbed the Korean cabbage and samdongcho with his hands to get rid of the black seeds, then blew them to clean up the dirty chaff, and cut off the dirty branches of the eggplants and peppers that my younger sibling and I had planted.
The field that I, a thirty-three-year-old, could work all day without any noticeable damage was neatly finished in half a day by an eighty-eight-year-old grandmother.
The wisdom and habits of a person who has spent a long time in close contact with the earth cannot be followed.
--- p.305
Coming to my studio allows me to organize the thoughts and inspirations that came to me during my time in Mokpo and Seoul without having to set aside any time.
While washing dishes, picking eggplants and tomatoes, I think, 'I should do this, I should do that.'
This is the good thing about living in the countryside.
If I had stayed in that shiny place, I would have been swept away, but here, because I am physically isolated, I have time to naturally sort out the sparkle.
I can make all the good things my own.
--- p.318
I always wanted it right now.
I hoped that everything I did would be an immediate success, that what I planted today would sprout the next day and grow differently each day.
Otherwise, it was considered a failure.
But even this little samdongcho needs the right timing to sprout.
What season am I in right now? I don't know.
So maybe this book could be the one that missed its time.
But let's not consider it a failure.
As grandma said, seasons come and go.
If it doesn't come out now, it will come out later.
Until then, don't be discouraged, don't be disappointed, keep writing.
Someday, I will become a successful person, travel all over the place, meet this person and that person, constantly get inspired, and write…
It seems like this was a dream, but now I think it's good to just take care of every nook and cranny of my household, use and organize it, and cook fresh food with care to eat well.
Rather, it would be even sadder to lose this kind of freedom.
--- p.16
When a good idea comes to mind, you must write or draw regularly to express that idea.
Even if the writing and drawings are poor, if you draw and write every day, you will be able to express truly good ideas without losing them when they come to you.
You can't have a tenth good piece of writing without nine bad ones.
A promise I make to myself to write and draw every day, even if it's lacking and messy.
So let's record this miserable daily life today too.
--- p.35
One day, when I was asked what color comes to mind when I think of 'death', I thought of black, but my dad said brown.
“The tree is not brown from the beginning.
If you cut down a living tree, it turns white.
As it dies, it gradually turns brown.
The same goes for apples.
It is white when it first splits, but turns brown as it dies.
That’s called browning….”
Just last week, the mountain in front was a gloomy brown, but now it is slowly turning a light green.
--- p.201
At around 8 p.m., there was a power outage throughout the town.
There is no fire, no internet, and no phone.
The old lady next door said she had a call for my mom and switched her phone. My brother's and my phone, which are both LTE phones, didn't work, but my grandmother's 2G phone did.
Fortunately, water comes out.
Radio works too.
On the radio, IU's "Rain Falls on a Sleepless Night" comes on as if nothing happened.
My brother is serious, but I find it funny.
Was this song this sweet?
I turned on the flashlight and did the dishes.
I was upset because I uploaded the advertisement content at 6 o'clock and it wasn't working well, but I can't even check it.
I just sit there and listen to the crackling sound of the wooden wick burning.
If things don't go on like this, all the food in the fridge will spoil, and I won't be able to shower properly because there's no hot water, but for some reason, I can't help but smile.
--- p.274
I brought my grandmother to my office to celebrate her 88th birthday, but she took care of everything as if it were my birthday.
With a heavy expression, a towel wrapped around her head, gloves on, and boots on, the grandmother pulled out weeds with practiced hands and dug up the dry topsoil, tilling it gently.
And last year, after pulling out the roots and drying them and storing them in the warehouse, he rubbed the Korean cabbage and samdongcho with his hands to get rid of the black seeds, then blew them to clean up the dirty chaff, and cut off the dirty branches of the eggplants and peppers that my younger sibling and I had planted.
The field that I, a thirty-three-year-old, could work all day without any noticeable damage was neatly finished in half a day by an eighty-eight-year-old grandmother.
The wisdom and habits of a person who has spent a long time in close contact with the earth cannot be followed.
--- p.305
Coming to my studio allows me to organize the thoughts and inspirations that came to me during my time in Mokpo and Seoul without having to set aside any time.
While washing dishes, picking eggplants and tomatoes, I think, 'I should do this, I should do that.'
This is the good thing about living in the countryside.
If I had stayed in that shiny place, I would have been swept away, but here, because I am physically isolated, I have time to naturally sort out the sparkle.
I can make all the good things my own.
--- p.318
I always wanted it right now.
I hoped that everything I did would be an immediate success, that what I planted today would sprout the next day and grow differently each day.
Otherwise, it was considered a failure.
But even this little samdongcho needs the right timing to sprout.
What season am I in right now? I don't know.
So maybe this book could be the one that missed its time.
But let's not consider it a failure.
As grandma said, seasons come and go.
If it doesn't come out now, it will come out later.
Until then, don't be discouraged, don't be disappointed, keep writing.
--- p.446
Publisher's Review
“Everyday life is all we have.” ─ Franz Kafka
If you look at it from the observer's perspective, you will see,
How sparkling my little daily life is
Most of us live each day without incident.
There are countless days that pass by without us even realizing how they passed.
And then I regret that my life is not special.
As Franz Kafka said, “Everyday life is all we have,” the small, everyday moments we live are the most precious and meaningful times.
The recently published book, "It's Annoying, But I Write Every Day," is a book in which the author records 365 days of the year by becoming an observer of his own life, consciously looking into and discovering ordinary daily life.
This is a 'diary of annoying observations' from the past year.
The author, who retired before turning 30, lives in Mungyeong, Gyeongbuk, writing and drawing.
I wonder if it would be fun if it wasn't a flashy and intense city life, but I'm more drawn to a daily life where I can focus entirely on myself.
Instead of living a life of struggling to achieve something, the writer's daily life of taking care of every nook and cranny, organizing, and cooking with care to eat well is a source of warm comfort and support.
Seeing the process of ordinary daily life becoming words and pictures gives me a small sense of joy.
“If I had stayed in that shiny place, I would have been swept away, but here, because I am physically isolated, I have time to naturally sort out the sparkle.
“I can make good things my own.” ─ From the July 22nd entry
Above all, through this book, which records the author's daily life, we discover the author's various aspects.
In the way he repeatedly writes and erases, he ponders and ponders, revealing the natural artistry of a writer. In the way he carefully selects colors while considering the gap between CMYK and RGB, he also reveals the delicate side of an illustrator.
The image of a natural lifesaver who grows vegetables in his own garden and uses a microbial treatment plant, as well as the image of a businessperson who worries about issuing invoices and paying taxes, are the same person.
There are also ARMYs who are BTS fans, and there is also the annoyance of country people in the way they sometimes worry about the water supply system that produces muddy water.
These are things I would not have known about if I hadn't published this book.
Kafka was right.
This book makes us realize that life is about piling up everyday life step by step.
“You can’t have a tenth good piece without nine bad ones.” ─ From the November 24th entry
“Looking back, the sparkle was always in the process rather than the moment of completion.
What I wanted to say, my feelings, and what I felt were more vivid in the unfinished moments than in the moments when everything was organized.
“Even if it is insufficient and clumsy, there is no time when you can express the finished product as well as when you are in the process.” ─ From the December 6th entry
“I tried something light every day, 365 days a year.”
There are times when I do well and times when I don't
As I continued, I became the most true to myself!
This book took a full year to complete.
It's not because the writer is lazy or because writing a book is painful.
Since it was a project to consistently record every day, 365 days a year, it required a year of physical time.
Of course, there were days in the middle where I was tormented, wondering, "Who am I? Where am I?" But I didn't embellish even those memories, and I included them in the book as they were.
Just as our lives have good days and bad days, fulfilling days and wasted days.
A year has passed, and now the writer has achieved his small but steady wish of becoming a person who does small things.
The author, who was an “ambiguous person” who was neither a full-time writer, cartoonist, illustrator, nor a lecturer, discovered and recorded every day, becoming “a person like the seeds of Samdongcho” (p. 446) who appears in the book.
A person like a samdongcho that sprouts late in the spring even if it doesn't come out even if you miss the timing and sow it.
Rather than hoping that what you planted today will sprout tomorrow or the day after and that each day will grow differently, this person is someone who steadily grows by filling in the dots, lines, and planes every day.
It's thanks to 'writing every day, even though it's annoying'.
Following the author's footsteps over the past year makes anyone want to become a writer every day.
But when you actually start, it can be burdensome and annoying.
To those people, the author tells his story of 'preferring light daily attempts over a single, elaborate room.'
It's easier if you think of it as just leaving footprints.
There will be times when I do well and times when I don't, but if I keep going steadily without losing my voice, I will become the most authentic version of myself and feel like my ego has become stronger.
* This book does not start on January 1st.
This is a record from November 5th, the day before I turned 33, to November 6th of the following year, when I turned 34.
* This is a book that allows you to feel the texture of paper with your own hands, something you've only seen on monitors or LCD screens.
365 times, 365 days a year.
This is a book definitely worth collecting.
If you look at it from the observer's perspective, you will see,
How sparkling my little daily life is
Most of us live each day without incident.
There are countless days that pass by without us even realizing how they passed.
And then I regret that my life is not special.
As Franz Kafka said, “Everyday life is all we have,” the small, everyday moments we live are the most precious and meaningful times.
The recently published book, "It's Annoying, But I Write Every Day," is a book in which the author records 365 days of the year by becoming an observer of his own life, consciously looking into and discovering ordinary daily life.
This is a 'diary of annoying observations' from the past year.
The author, who retired before turning 30, lives in Mungyeong, Gyeongbuk, writing and drawing.
I wonder if it would be fun if it wasn't a flashy and intense city life, but I'm more drawn to a daily life where I can focus entirely on myself.
Instead of living a life of struggling to achieve something, the writer's daily life of taking care of every nook and cranny, organizing, and cooking with care to eat well is a source of warm comfort and support.
Seeing the process of ordinary daily life becoming words and pictures gives me a small sense of joy.
“If I had stayed in that shiny place, I would have been swept away, but here, because I am physically isolated, I have time to naturally sort out the sparkle.
“I can make good things my own.” ─ From the July 22nd entry
Above all, through this book, which records the author's daily life, we discover the author's various aspects.
In the way he repeatedly writes and erases, he ponders and ponders, revealing the natural artistry of a writer. In the way he carefully selects colors while considering the gap between CMYK and RGB, he also reveals the delicate side of an illustrator.
The image of a natural lifesaver who grows vegetables in his own garden and uses a microbial treatment plant, as well as the image of a businessperson who worries about issuing invoices and paying taxes, are the same person.
There are also ARMYs who are BTS fans, and there is also the annoyance of country people in the way they sometimes worry about the water supply system that produces muddy water.
These are things I would not have known about if I hadn't published this book.
Kafka was right.
This book makes us realize that life is about piling up everyday life step by step.
“You can’t have a tenth good piece without nine bad ones.” ─ From the November 24th entry
“Looking back, the sparkle was always in the process rather than the moment of completion.
What I wanted to say, my feelings, and what I felt were more vivid in the unfinished moments than in the moments when everything was organized.
“Even if it is insufficient and clumsy, there is no time when you can express the finished product as well as when you are in the process.” ─ From the December 6th entry
“I tried something light every day, 365 days a year.”
There are times when I do well and times when I don't
As I continued, I became the most true to myself!
This book took a full year to complete.
It's not because the writer is lazy or because writing a book is painful.
Since it was a project to consistently record every day, 365 days a year, it required a year of physical time.
Of course, there were days in the middle where I was tormented, wondering, "Who am I? Where am I?" But I didn't embellish even those memories, and I included them in the book as they were.
Just as our lives have good days and bad days, fulfilling days and wasted days.
A year has passed, and now the writer has achieved his small but steady wish of becoming a person who does small things.
The author, who was an “ambiguous person” who was neither a full-time writer, cartoonist, illustrator, nor a lecturer, discovered and recorded every day, becoming “a person like the seeds of Samdongcho” (p. 446) who appears in the book.
A person like a samdongcho that sprouts late in the spring even if it doesn't come out even if you miss the timing and sow it.
Rather than hoping that what you planted today will sprout tomorrow or the day after and that each day will grow differently, this person is someone who steadily grows by filling in the dots, lines, and planes every day.
It's thanks to 'writing every day, even though it's annoying'.
Following the author's footsteps over the past year makes anyone want to become a writer every day.
But when you actually start, it can be burdensome and annoying.
To those people, the author tells his story of 'preferring light daily attempts over a single, elaborate room.'
It's easier if you think of it as just leaving footprints.
There will be times when I do well and times when I don't, but if I keep going steadily without losing my voice, I will become the most authentic version of myself and feel like my ego has become stronger.
* This book does not start on January 1st.
This is a record from November 5th, the day before I turned 33, to November 6th of the following year, when I turned 34.
* This is a book that allows you to feel the texture of paper with your own hands, something you've only seen on monitors or LCD screens.
365 times, 365 days a year.
This is a book definitely worth collecting.
GOODS SPECIFICS
- Date of issue: July 20, 2023
- Page count, weight, size: 452 pages | 128*188*30mm
- ISBN13: 9791197606953
- ISBN10: 1197606955
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