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Wait! Where Was I?
I have a good number of unfinished manuscripts and blog articles that are just sitting here in my computer waiting to someday be completed. You may ask “why?” (but you probably won’t). It is sometimes very hard for me to stay focused on my stream of thought once I have been interrupted. It never used to be that way, but it seems that of late, once I get a good thing going here, my wife would come in and tell me what Dr. Oz or Joyce Meyer just said. I try to give her my full attention because I think that she deserves it. She has put up with me for over thirty years, and she would be the first to tell you that at least twenty of them have been happy. My figure varies, but then I am a man, so what I think or say has no bearing on anything.
And in she walks. I have to go get the mail.
And a bag of ice from the IGA.
So now I feel like “Winnie the Pooh”, (c’mon, think! think!).
Writing has become difficult enough for me lately. Getting the time to do it is one thing, getting uninterrupted time is yet another. I could spend an afternoon gathering my thoughts together, only to have them flitter away in a matter of seconds.
Like this thought process just did. I haven’t a clue of what I wanted to say now.
Meanwhile, I could write about, oh….let’s say…(as I gaze out of the window at the road searching for subject matter)…..Roadkill! Yes! Roadkill! I happened upon a video online about a young man that was astonished by the number of people that actually swerved their cars to purposely try to hit an animal, more specifically turtles and snakes. Now, I have noticed that here in the deep south, this is actually a sport. People actually go out driving just for the sake of killing something.
When driving down the road, I have noticed that there are an unusually high number of smashed turtles lying about, especially on the shoulder and right on the center line. Rabbits and squirrels I can understand, because they will dash out in front of you. Even cats are acceptable because nobody likes them. But a turtle? (I even saw the tire tracks going 6 feet onto the shoulder just to kill a groundhog).
“Really officer, I couldn’t help it! The turtle ran out in front of me! I couldn’t stop!”
So this young man decided to put out fake turtles and fake snakes just to count how many people actually went out of their way to run them down. It was a bit saddening, but that’s life here in Dixie.
And you know what? When you lose your train of thought, you just ramble. Your writing becomes rhetorical jibber-jabber, and you look like an idiot. Oh well. I’m entitled to a bad one once in a while. That is why most of my writing happens late at night, when I am the only one awake. I can have an uninterrupted thought flow just long enough to fall asleep with my face on the keyboard.
As always my friends, thanks for taking the time to read this jibber-jabber of mine. I apologize for it, and will have something of higher quality next time. Remember to always work hard, do a good deed for someone that you don’t know, and give the Good Lord thanks for everything, even the bad stuff.
And brake for turtles.
©2012 By Del Banks