Especially when I know what they mean.
Years ago I used to work with a woman who
always used the word “copacetic.” It always sounded out of place in daily conversation, but I loved the complexity of its intended usage.
I used to use big and big-ger words back when I was a full fledged writer. Nothing as big as copacetic, mind you— but more intricately designed words that lifted both the vernacular and the swirl of the language. I based a lot of my stories on the gap between verbal eloquence and high school level rag tag jargon, so the creative lingo actually worked.
I don’t write stories and novels much anymore. I don’t have the patience for detailing a longish plot nor an attention span for any length of time. Plus I get more pleasure reading about others’ worlds these days.
I remember the days of dreaming and writing at the same time. Of exploring while I was describing. Of knowing the entire story before I wrote the opening paragraph yet watching my story take creative turns I never initially thought of.
Yet … (I love the dramatic pause)
My sleeping habits have changed through the years, adjusting to my hubby’s work schedule (nights), my retirement, HIS retirement, and my medications. Not being able to fall asleep quickly takes away my dream time.
You see, I have a lot of creative dreams, wild dreams, an occasional nightmare, and pure nonsensical experiences. I believe these nightly escapes are a different side of my Creativity.
And not being able to get there quickly enough bugs me.
I feel like I’m behind one of those clear, slightly wavy barriers, looking at paths and buildings and people I haven’t thought about in 20 years and those I have never forgotten, right on the other side. There are sidewalks that lead to my old high school, jobs and bosses and offices that are always distorted one way or another, never-ending warehouses, my long gone parents — all sorts of interesting scenarios that are waiting for me to explore.
If I’d only fall asleep.
My dreams are a different experience than my writing. They feel … free.. Unpredictable. Like “Hey! where are we going tonight?”
And I love that .
Yet …
Instead of relaxing and meditating or listening to sleep music or reading a book to get sleepy, here I am at 2:46 am, writing a 409-word blog.
I seem to always acerbate my problem …..


This blog is discrimintory and prejudice against black writers!
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how so?
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I apologize, I erred by labeling your blog and that comment was intended to a young lady here, who tried to discredit me in an evil way and Her name is Suma and if you read my posts on her published here you would know. My new blog is: I’m a Prince, named, Van
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No problem — if you cneck out my art blog http://www.sundayeveningartgallery.com you will see I highlight African American artists, Spanish artists, Chinese artists, Polish artists — all unique artists are welcome here. Thank you!
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You cool.!
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Visiting your Art Blog I witness art in exotic forms, showing terric masterpieces covering humans and animals from an imaginary prespective shape *&* the art fasion displayed is a combination of how God created mankind to Antharopology of how science defined mankind being manifested and its evolution!
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Thank you for your refreshing observation!
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Thank you…I create blog posts masterpiece every day and you are invited to read them!
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The term Copacetic is an adjective used my original writers to distance themselves from coptcat writers and it’s just another path of saying a writer’s poetic content is in excellent order of innovative 1-of-a-kind-mind-catching content!
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Holy Moley! I finally understand what that word means after all these years! Thank you!!!
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You made me smile. For some unknown reason I’m sleeping well, but have been there writing in the middle of the night, and you’re killing it. . . just saying, Claudia
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The sad/funny thing is it’s a true story … thank you!!
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Oh my dear, I can soooo relate to your dream life and sleeplessness – and the exacerbation! God help us!!
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Yes! Happy we are sharing craziness! And I am a crazy person trying to decide if I meant exacerbate or acerbate! Grrr! Word corrected me and I listened. Dummmmmm…
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I don’t know the difference 😵
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Heh — they’re just about the same —
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I asked Bob if he’s heard of acerbate and what it means. He said. “Nope, I haven’t heard of acerbate … I’ve heard of
Masterbate… 🤪 “ … But spellcheck doesn’t know that one 🤣
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Hahahaha!!!!
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I love reading words I have to look up. You have just given me two of them.
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I really gave you THREE new words, cuz I originally wrote exacerbate and Word corrected me to acerbate! I’m soooooo confused!
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When i looked up acerbate this was what The Collins English dictionary said: to embitter or exasperate. So I guess they are the same thing!!
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