Brady Writes

I've been doing this, or procrastinating doing this for 120 days now? that seems pretty significant. It's about 1/3 of a year, if I'm doing my math is right. Wow. Tonight I posted a National Poetry Month recap over at my other blog. It's got lots of linky links to click on to read poetry from people whose poetry I read this month. Oohh fancy. Enjoy! Update- So my blog won't publish right now, so clicking that linky link there won't get you anywhere. Sorry. I'm hoping it is fixed later today. Update #2- It seems to be fixed.

I'm not sure if this is one poem or two. I'm still thinking about it, and the second stanza is kind of unfinished. But I like them.

I updated my blog with the scans for April through yesterday. It took me a while, but I got there. Have a look-see!

I think I scored these contributions to National Poetry Month at Brian Presents earlier this month. The first is from Adam of Fridge For Thought fame. The second is from Evelyn . Apparently, it is from a famous German poem. But I don't know which one, so if you can read it, let me know which one it is.

I wanted to revisit the line I had used in March. The line "The wind blew in Detroit today" calls to me as good. I still haven't hit the nail right on the head, though.

I started a creative writing class through Ann Arbor Rec and Ed this week. This was our in-class writing assignment. I didn't manage to get any of the rest of the writing throughout the week done.

Today, I wrote by logging two geocaches I found a few weeks back. Not very exciting, but something that I needed to get done. Home of the Kuebler-Langford Elves Bird Hills Cache

I wrote part 1 of a 2 part series explaining Twitter today. You could check it out, if you wanted to, at my other blog . I had originally planned only one post, but I got wordy, and it got late, so I decided to split it into two parts. So two times the fun!

I dance slowly down the road One foot, and another, and a third the cadence of my footfalls a tiny earthquake Today I dance alone although here and there I see others dancing to their own symphony ignored by the crowd who stand silent and still As I dance slowly and alone I see a silver glint and as I dance the dance becomes me and I become the dance and the road and the earthquake When I stop the dance it hurts sharp pains as if the dance is ripped from my bones or am I ripped from the bones of the dance

I've got some catch up scanning to do. I know. I know. I wrote today over on my blarg about National Poetry Month . I invited everyone to write poetry this month. Weird, huh?

I was surprised at how much there was to hear today. I was early, so I sat down on the newly green grass for a few minutes and just listened. I watched how the light played on the branches of the trees, sharply contrasting shadows. It was good photography light, but there wasn't a lot to take pictures of and I didn't have my camera anyway. The first thing I heard was the birdsong. There was a lot of it. I picked out at least three different songs. I think there was a bobwhite in there somewhere. After a while, I focused on the background noises. The hum of airplanes overhead as they approached the nearby airports, the sound of cars on the road nearby. The occasional yell of a kid out enjoying the sun. I wondered what it would be like to not hear those sounds, to truly hear the world as it is, and not how we have made it. And that's when I heard it. Underneath everything, the birdsong, the airplanes, the children, underneath all of that. At the edge of my hearin...

I blogged! It's another running one, but it's also about goals, and there's a really cool Technical shirt featured. Run, run fast!

In a rare turn of events for Brady Writes, I am actually uncomfortable posting what I wrote for April 4th. But I did write something, and that's what counts. As a bonus, I'm including a page of geometric doodles that I drew during church today to keep my mind engaged. Not that that is much of a consolation prize, but still.

I'm a big fan of OneSentence.org . I've submitted a few sentences, but I still haven't been published there yet. My writing this week tended toward the One Sentence model. That's why I had enough room to put two days on one sheet.

Well- Three months into my goal.  It's going.  It's more natural for me to take some time to stop and write, usually at the end of the day.  This month, I wrote in two different states.  I wrote on an airplane, during an opera, while listening to a collaborative piano recital, and during the comercials while watching LOST with friends. March was a hard month for goal keeping.  I struggled both with my writing goal and my running goal, mostly because of other commitments eating up my available time.  Going in, I was kind of hoping that March would be the month that I would be able to not skip any days.  Clearly, that didn't happen.  I did manage to write at least 24 times in March, so if you go by the greater than 21 rule, the month was technically a success.  I feel like it could have been better though.   I can't promise April will be any better.  My favorites for the month: - The Wind Blew in Detroit Today (Although I think it still needs work.) - The Penny - Eastbou...