Don’t Acerbate the Problem

I love big words.

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 …..

 

 

21 thoughts on “Don’t Acerbate the Problem

      1. 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

        Like

          1. 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!

            Like

  1. 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!

    Like

      1. 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 🤣

        Like

Leave a reply to Darlene Cancel reply