My left elbow is far itchier than I thought it would be. I thought it would not be itchy at all, and yet it is. I feel a strong urge to scratch it, but instead I’m going to try and hold off. It’s just bad timing, really. It didn’t need to become itchy right now. It could’ve waited another twenty minutes which is when I’d be able to give it my full attention. However, for some reason it chose now. Of all the time in the world my elbow could’ve chosen to require a good scratching, now is the time. This is not conducive to getting things done, let me tell you. Why didn’t it wait? Is this some sort of malicious plan against me? Have I done something that I am not aware of that led to it deciding that now would be the time to strike and cause all sorts of distraction which is anathema to my being able to write? Do I even dare question this? J do not feel as though I should. I feel that right now there are other, far more important things of which I should worry about. There are things that I need to get out of the way. There are things that I need to get done.
Or are there?
Well, there is only one way to find out and I’m not going to entertain that desire either. There are other, other things that I want to get done, such as this text. I need to make sure that I don’t get distracted. I need to stay on target. My target is, of course, the end of this series of words that create a body of text. Where will that end be? Will it be now? Will it be later? Will it be near? Will it be far? Will it be some indeterminate point in the future that I am yet to come across? My guess is somewhere around the fifteen minute mark, but of course this is only a guess. This is not based on anything other than prior experience. In that way you could argue that my guess is of the educated variety, but I don’t often believe my guesses come close to what the reality is, unless they do and I refuse to pay attention to the success of my guesses.
Maybe I should pay more attention. There could be some serious learning there that I have ignored all of this time. If that is indeed the case, then it would be apparent that all this time I’ve had something to draw from and have not been drawing from and of course that would be a great loss to me as learning gives me more knowledge and makes me able to make more informed decisions and statements. No learning does not lead to this and that in itself is an issue, though sometimes you do learn from your mistakes if you are willing to learn from them, so there is also that. However, I’d much rather learn from my mistakes and successes early rather than when it is too late for a situation most serious and grave. That would be an issue; one that might have grim repercussions that would be far too difficult to come back from.
I think that is what I was trying to get across, but then again I don’t know. I don’t know as to where I am going with this. I do know that my elbow is still itchy and I still have a strong desire to scratch it. That is a bit of an issue as it is something that I do not want to scratch. However, my head now also is itchy. I don’t know what to do about this. I can’t break the role that I feel I am on. If I do that, then where will I be? Other than at home with a satisfied series of itches and needing to pick ups team once more. I don’t want to be in that position. I have so much more hat I want to get done and I don’t want to break my motion right now. It’s rough, but progressive and moving at a good pace. A good pace to have when writing is a wonderful pace. A good pace can be slow, fast or somewhere in the middle. Right now I feel as though I’m going fast which is what I want. I don’t want to slow, but I inevitably will if I am not careful. Need to be careful, of course. Need to make sure that I keep the balance. Need to make sure that I get to whatever it is that I’m trying to get to as once I get there, then I’m sorted, or something. I think.
Once this is done I can then satisfy the issue that plagues me.
Oh no; I just scratched my side and I need to get back on track. That’s going to cost me a bit of time, maybe. Maybe it won’t.
Nope, back on pace. Most excellent. This is good. I’ve recovered. Bit of a slip but I’m back on track. Being on track is where I want to be and so long as I stay there, I can get to the end of all of this. I can see the line of the finish and soon I will reach that point. So long as I reach that point, then I can give myself a brief respite. That is all I need. Just one moment. Scratching to satisfy the itches and ruminating on the experience. I believe that is multitasking of the highest order. I think. I don’t know. Maybe it’s not. Who knows?
I guess we’ll see.
Still, I can’t spend too long satisfying the itches and thinking as if I do then I won’t get enough done. That is what I am worrying about today. So really, it’s the same as always, but with itches involved.
The time it took to write one thousand words: 11:51:78
So this clearly was influenced by my need to scratch my elbow.
It’s both silly and serious in a way that makes me happy.
Not a great text, but it feels personal without being overbearing. It also feels small in a way that I like.
Written at home.