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Low-degree Structure in Mercury's Planetary Magnetic Field
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Published January 1, 2012
About the author
Brian J. Anderson
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Twenty-five years ago
When Brian returned to his room in the May Roach dormitory he had an idea in his head and the idea was the plot for a novel he would write and even though he had thought about writing a book before he had never done it so he decided that this time things would be different. His roommate was away for the weekend and he didn't have much school work to do so he went to his desk and he sat down and he started to write the story that was in his head.
The events in the book took place shortly after the Civil War and these events centered around a man who was falsely imprisoned for murder. After spending some time in jail the prisoner decided he had had enough and he would plan a daring escape and lead the posse that was chasing him through the mountains of Wyoming. He didn't have the story outlined fully or planned to its conclusion but Brian was very excited as he wrote it because he could see the characters and the setting and the events in the story clearly in his head and the words came to him quickly almost too quickly to write them.
Some of the people in the dormitory were staying in their rooms for the night but they weren't writing novels of their own they were instead drinking alcohol and listening to rock music and playing games with cups and quarters and ping pong balls and as Brian was writing about the prisoner that would escape from jail someone knocked on his door. When Brian opened the door his neighbor Chris was standing in the hall and Chris was intoxicated and swaying on his feet and in his hand was a plastic cup containing beer.
Whasup Bri, Chris said. You partyin in there?
No I'm not partying, Brian said.
Well it's Friday night why the fuck not?
I'm just not.
You fuckin studyin then?
No.
Beatin off?
No I'm not doing that either.
Chris laughed and stumbled backwards a little and as he did some of the beer in his cup sloshed onto the floor. He told Brian that since he wasn't doing anything anyway he should come and party with the guys down the hall to which Brian said okay but just for a little while.
Atta boy, Chris said.
As Brian closed the door behind him he looked at his desk across the room and the desk lamp was still on and it was illuminating the pad of paper there and on the paper was the beginning of his novel about the man wrongly imprisoned for murder and he really wanted to get back to writing it and it made him a little sad to stop but he told himself he would continue writing it very soon.
Click the link below to continue reading on Brian J. Anderson's Amazon author page.
https://www.amazon.com/Brian-J.-Ander...
Twenty-five years ago
When Brian returned to his room in the May Roach dormitory he had an idea in his head and the idea was the plot for a novel he would write and even though he had thought about writing a book before he had never done it so he decided that this time things would be different. His roommate was away for the weekend and he didn't have much school work to do so he went to his desk and he sat down and he started to write the story that was in his head.
The events in the book took place shortly after the Civil War and these events centered around a man who was falsely imprisoned for murder. After spending some time in jail the prisoner decided he had had enough and he would plan a daring escape and lead the posse that was chasing him through the mountains of Wyoming. He didn't have the story outlined fully or planned to its conclusion but Brian was very excited as he wrote it because he could see the characters and the setting and the events in the story clearly in his head and the words came to him quickly almost too quickly to write them.
Some of the people in the dormitory were staying in their rooms for the night but they weren't writing novels of their own they were instead drinking alcohol and listening to rock music and playing games with cups and quarters and ping pong balls and as Brian was writing about the prisoner that would escape from jail someone knocked on his door. When Brian opened the door his neighbor Chris was standing in the hall and Chris was intoxicated and swaying on his feet and in his hand was a plastic cup containing beer.
Whasup Bri, Chris said. You partyin in there?
No I'm not partying, Brian said.
Well it's Friday night why the fuck not?
I'm just not.
You fuckin studyin then?
No.
Beatin off?
No I'm not doing that either.
Chris laughed and stumbled backwards a little and as he did some of the beer in his cup sloshed onto the floor. He told Brian that since he wasn't doing anything anyway he should come and party with the guys down the hall to which Brian said okay but just for a little while.
Atta boy, Chris said.
As Brian closed the door behind him he looked at his desk across the room and the desk lamp was still on and it was illuminating the pad of paper there and on the paper was the beginning of his novel about the man wrongly imprisoned for murder and he really wanted to get back to writing it and it made him a little sad to stop but he told himself he would continue writing it very soon.
Click the link below to continue reading on Brian J. Anderson's Amazon author page.
https://www.amazon.com/Brian-J.-Ander...
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