What interruptions feel like as a writer

Dear Reader

Most of my work currently involves writing. I am responsible for writing articles for my employer’s blog and other pieces that help market the company and our products. The nature of my work requires time to immerse myself in a theme so I can write reasonably insightful pieces. I am also pretty ADHD and while my medication helps me focus, achieving that focus I need to write well isn’t always easy.

I work in a fairly active office and interruptions can be frequent. I usually have headphones on while I am working because music helps me focus but they don’t always deter people who need input from me for something they are working on. This is what interruptions feel like as a writer. This is partly a technique to refocus and partly an explanation for the ignorant:


The pieces stirred on the floor after a long period of inactivity. Slowly, they began to twitch, jump and then slide across the smooth surface towards each other. Where they touched, they glowed briefly as they aligned and formed larger particles. These larger particles, in turn, slid towards other composites until they all met at a single point and began combining, growing, merging. As they did, their pace accelerated noticeably as they took shape. They resembled modular, technological nightmares from popular sci-fi but what they became was not some malignant creation bent on assimilation and destruction but, rather, a creative flow from which wonders would flow.

The construct began to hum in unison and the light of creation began to emit from it. The air around it was energised, vital and you could almost sense a new wonder being born. At that moment when possibility was about to be transmuted into reality, a coarse sledgehammer swung out of the darkness and struck the construct, shattering it into its component pieces. The light blinked out of existence and the shards flew off, as if fleeing the block of steel that shattered their new form. They slid to a halt on the cold floor and lay still once more. The air lost its vitality and was replaced by stunned silence.

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Paul
Enthusiast, marketing strategist, writer, and photographer. Passionate about my wife, Gina and #proudDad. Allergic to stupid

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