What a Wonderful Word Wednesday: Squall, Tome & Epigram!

What a Wonderful Word! Or Maybe Three…

Mrs. Deitche’s 11th grade English class is now a distant memory, but her love of vocabulary is something I hope to hold on to until my dying day, for I now happily agree that there are few things in life more satisfying than stumbling upon is a single word which exactly describes an unusual object or perfectly applies to a particular situation! “Interim” was one of those 11th grade vocab words; “the space between” was the typed definition beside it on the orderly handout. Merriam Webster states the meaning as “a period of time between events.” The official definition is more precise, I suppose, but less poetic. I’ve liked the word ever since I heard it. In fact, 15 years after adding it to my vocabulary, I mentally paid homage to Mrs. Deitche by naming my little blog Interim Arts. The interim. Interim encompasses the space between activities, the space between ages and stages of life, the space between today and tomorrow, between breaths, between birth and grave, and in my mind, between the covers of a blank notebook…

Life is constantly moving from event to event, but these questions are always present: What will happen in the interim? How will you fill the space between?

Oh, I have one idea: Study these vocab words. There may be a quiz next week. 😉


Putting those wonderful words to work!

Susan awoke abruptly. She clung, terrified, to the edge of the upper bunk as the below-deck sleeping quarters around her leapt and crash again and again in nightmarish lurches. Unsecured bags and books skidded across the floor, bumping into doors and walls as the small craft, caught up in the violent argument between screaming winds and crushing waves, was hurled back and forth. It felt like an eternity before the quarrel came to a close, but a few moments later, everything was inexplicably calm. There were footsteps on the stairs and a series of quick raps on her door, but she could not coax her voice into an audible response.
“You alright in there, miss? It seems we jus’ had arh firs’ squall!”

The textbook for that Renaissance literature course is a tome; several students took one look at it and decided to drop the class.

“There’s no time like the present and no present like time” is unquestionably his favorite epigram.

Come up with a sample sentence of your own? Feel free to post it in the comments section!

(Originally posted on my old blog, Interim Arts, on May 14, 2014)


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