Brady Writes

Ok, Ok. I give up! I started over to write, and got distracted by weekend plans (don't count on updates this weekend, by the way. They may make it. they may not, but there will be writing involved. and they'll make it eventually) And then, I got distracted by Mike , who despite all the contrary evidence, is apparently not dead. And then I got distracted by Elizabeth's comment about Spring being a liar , and I had to point out that in fact it is not a liar. And now, I've got to go to bed. Let's just say that I'm practicing for the Daylight savings jump. I think that's how it works, right. I can never figure that one out. I'll leave it up to someone else to understand, and I will obediently set my clock forward. So, good night to all. and happy writing. I guess this isn't really a something anymore, but still kind of stream of consciousness writing. I'll call it a bichok.

I'm going to try a writing practice, as suggested by the article that I suggested yesterday. These are the rules: 1. Keep your hand moving. (Don’t pause to reread the line you have just written) 2. Don’t delete. 3. Don’t worry about spelling, punctuation, grammar. 4. Lose control. 5. Be specific. 6. Don’t think. Don’t get logical. 7. Go for the jugular. Here goes: My major stumbling block with this blog is that I have to think about what I want to write about. Since I spend so much time thinkinga bout other things, I really have a hard time choosing what to writeabout. I don't want to bore people. I'm afraid of dialoge. It makes me crazy. Everyone ends up sounding like Isound when I write. when I talk. And that's kind of crazy like. I mix words on purpose, I make my own ryhming slang, that I figure everyone else understands. Even when I know that they don't. Maybe that's part of the purpose of the way I speak, but it doesn't make for...

There are some days when I put my hands on my keyboard, and my head turns to mush. I should probably stop waiting until the end of the day to try to write something. But as long as I'm putting my hands on my keyboard, and something comes out, I'm meeting my goal. I should probably start thinking about a piece of longer fiction. Something with a plot maybe... that way I don't have to decide what I'm writing about, just that I'm writing.

I found myself questioning my fanhood the other night.  I suppose that is why you should never take Harry Potter quizes after midnight.  It had started out innocently enough, trying to guess the 100 most common words in the English language.   That progressed quickly to identifying the states as quickly as possible.  Turns out Connecticut is the one people are most likely to forget.  It was also the last one I typed in, strangely enough.  I always end in New England with that sort of thing.  Thank goodness it wasn't state capitals, or I'd have been doomed.   And then I saw it.  Harry Potter Pets.  I would, of course, dominate this quiz.  There were some doozies, like trying to remember Ginny's Pygmy Puff's name (Arnold, by the way), which I wouldn't have gotten on a good day.  No, I would have been ok having missed that one. I struggled with the Weasley family owl, but remembered Percy's owl off the top of my head, so those evened out.  I got Crookshanks, Fluffy...

The words aren't coming tonight. They've been distracted by any number of more exciting things, like the fact that I've already fallen asleep once tonight, and don't have high hopes for doing it a second time. Or perhaps they've been sidelined , wondering why I'm baffled that it's only Monday, or pleasantly surprised that even though it is only Monday, I'm just days away from a 3-day weekend. They're probably gawking at my driver's side mirror, which although it is no longer as aesthetic as Toyota once intended it, surprising still functions as a mirror. Maybe they've fallen asleep in keen anticipation of the memories of the hour long crawl to Dearborn. No, the words won't be coming tonight. They send their apologies, and maybe a few extra gingersnaps.