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Derrick C. Brown

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You wake up every morning with a dream in your head. You skip the coffee and go straight to picking up your favorite pen and a notebook you have yet to fill. You’re not worried about filling said notebook because before you know it, it will be complete with words, diagrams, and notes of how to improve the words written. You’re addicted, and in love with the routine. Every day you pick up from where you started. Some days you are at a loss for words. That frustrates you. You throw the notebook at the wall and then a few moments pass and you laugh at yourself. You go get your coffee. You sit back down after picking up the notebook. You get distracted by random things, obligations, conversations on the phone, and emails. You decide to do 10 sit-ups. You go back to your notebook and reread whatever you put down. You change it. You edit it. You change certain words or placement of sentences. You get into that. You keep doing it. You take a break and have a chicken burrito at the restaurant across the street from your apartment. You have a short conversation in broken Spanish. You eat the burrito and watch soccer. You go back to the notebook and write something down that you thought about while in the restaurant. You write more and have a flow of writing for 20 minutes. You put the pen down and pick up a book, one of your favorites. You read, you get absorbed with the book as if you no longer exist. There is only the words and your brain. There is a knock on your door. It scares you and makes you jump a little. The door is open, it’s your roommate who hands you your mail. You thank her. You look at the mail but do not open it. You toss it to the side of your desk. You go back to writing. You reread whatever you write. You change the words. You write a list of characteristics you want to show with a certain character. You write what needs to be researched. You watch a movie related  to the topic you are writing about in the notebook. You take notes on the movie you watch. You take out your computer and start typing the words from your notebook. You edit as you type. You open your window and take a long breath. You like the sunshine and decide to go for a walk. You run into a neighbor and dog. You have a mild conversation about something you now forget. You text a friend or two. You put headphones in your ears. You remember something you once forgot. You forget something you once remembered. You take a nap at the lake. You get back home and write more. You do this every day you can do this until you do something else. You lay on your bed thinking. You lay on your bed meditating. You lay on your bed. You remember something from your childhood. You call your sister.

BTW, I am against a lot of what FIFA stands for but I love soccer. I feel like I am in the middle of a brain dilemma and I know a lot of people feel the same way. What can we do to change FIFA's gangster ways?  

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My Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl

nothing matters but now.

Great article!