Derrin's Nightmare
An Acrostic for the Dancing with Distraction Challenge
Derrin looked out of his window as he tried to concentrate. He had been struggling for sometime and his worries failed to dissipate
In his distracted mind he was witness to many different things, like the elephant that bangs on a drum and the tiger that sings
Seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes kept passing him by, and yet his screen remained black, as was his mind, but why?
Truthfully, he always had bouts like this with a severe creativee block, every flash of brilliance preceded a confidence knock
Rest assured, in time, he would get over it and create something magic, for the moment though everything seemed so tragic
Anxious clock watching instead of clever wordplay and epic world building, excited character development and twisty plotting
Chaotic cacophony of noise blocks out all great ideas and leaves him aching, the only respite he gets is when he is sleeping
Then, he is free to dream and the noises make sense and the ideas fit well, if only the same was possible at the morning bell
If only he could make full use of the noise and tap into that creativity, the creativity that comes on like delirious insanity
Only then could he be free of the aches and pains and have work to show, the blood, sweat and tears he put in - the world would know
Nothing was going to stop him from his ambitions, he would find a way, he was not going to let his inner demons win, no! it was them he was going to slay!
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Author's Notes: Yes...another acrostic for the Dancing with Distraction Challenge! Like I keep saying, I love acrostics!
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I was trying to push things a little and create a mini story that still worked as a poem and helped to distract from the fact it was all about distractions and an acrostic. I am sure there is a more succinct way to say all that, but there you go!
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Paul Stewart
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
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And what shall we make of the day when we are finally able to record our dreams as they occur? Will they make sense to us once we hear the morning bell?
That worked well Paul. "Rest assured, in time, he would get over it and creative something magic" Do you mean "create something magic"? I actually think the story comes out well in this acrostic form.
This was brilliant what a take the ultimate distraction writers block
The story is good but Derrin look so scary.
I am so feeling like Derrin today. No inspiration right now. Just gonna go do some dishes and clean the house or something. I totally get where u r comin from. I look as scary as Derrin too. Distraction unto distraction. Enjoyed,
Why does Derrin look so scary? Lol! Looks like the King of Acrostics slayed another one!
Paul Stewart, zen master of acrostics! I refuse to believe you can relate to Derrin as much as I can. You must have an enlightened level of concentration to keep coming up with these, all of them with so much feeling.
Amazing flow to this one and I loved the line -the creativity that comes on like delirious insanity- great stuff!!!
I think you succeed, Paul. Well done.