Category Archives: Stuff ‘n’ Nonsense

Where Did THAT Come From – Bloodbath and Beyond

Time to stop being so serious :\ In the interest of lightening up my website, here’s my funny re-post of the week:

The Simpsons Tapped Out Addicts

Hey hey friends! In our silly lil game, we sometimes see things pop in that we have no clue as to their Origin. They seem familiar, but we just can’t pinpoint from where. So that is why we decided to make a fun lil reminder out of it. To let you know just Where did THAT Come From?


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An Odd Kyrielle

More light verse–credit to Fearless Linda.

Another Fearless Year

After writing my first Kyrielle yesterday, I apparently had Kyrielle rhyme schemes on the brain when I went to bed. Once the lights were out, the first stanza of one with the rhyme scheme in which the refrain does not rhyme started forming in my mind. When I had repeated to myself four or five times I realized it wasn’t going to let me sleep, so I flipped on the light and write it down in the notepad I keep on my nightstand. It’s kind of silly, but silly is good sometimes.

The handwritten version The handwritten version

I wrote the next two stanzas mostly in the shower this morning. Then when I read it to my son, he wanted to know if the refrain had to end with purple. I said, “I picked purple because it is a word that doesn’t rhyme with anything.” He replied, “You could have used silver. Or orange.”…

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More light verse


“To keep your marriage brimming

With love in the loving cup,

Whenever you’re wrong, admit it,

Whenever you’re right, shut up.”

~~Ogden Nash~~


“The bill from college came today

For all our children’s fees.

As parents we are doomed to grow

Much poorer by degrees.”

~~Charles Ghigna~~

Tribute to Light Verse


“The hunter crouches in his blind

‘Neath camouflage of every kind

And conjures up a quacking noise

To lend allure to his decoys.

This grown-up man, with pluck and luck,

Is hoping to outwit a duck.”

~~Ogden Nash

“God in His wisdom made the fly,

And then forgot to tell us why.”

~~Ogden Nash

“Middle age is so much more

Than wrinkles on our faces.

It’s when broad minds and narrow waists

Begin exchanging places.”

~~Charles Ghigna

Poems, Headaches, and Mjolnir

Now this is poetry…

Proverbs 31 Teen

This is one of my most favoritest poems ever. If you can’t tell, I prefer poetry that speaks about something solid. Especially funny poetry.

I’ve Got An Incredible Headache

by Jack Prelutsky

I’ve got an incredible headache,
my temples are throbbing with pain,
it feels like a freight train with two locomotives
is chugging about in my brain.
I’m sure I can’t stand it much longer,
my skull’s being squeezed in a vise,
as regiments march to the blaring of trumpets,
and thousands of tap-dancing mice.

My head’s filled with horrible noises,
there’s a man mashing melons inside,
someone keeps drumming on bongos and plumbing,
as porpoises thrash in the tide.
An elephant herd is stampeding,
a volcano is blowing its top,
and if I keep hitting my head with this hammer,
I doubt that my headache will stop.

So often in life we do this. Not literally. But a…

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Dawn V. Cahill - Hot Topic Christian Fiction

“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” – Friedrich Neitzche

Or, to paraphrase the great philosopher, Those who were seen worshiping God were thought to be insane by those who could not see Him.

Neitzche the atheist probably didn’t intend to craft a meaningful spiritual analogy. He lived in the physical realm. And dancing is one of the most physical forms of self-expression one can indulge in. Yet it’s obvious his words resonate with Christians such as myself who grow frustrated with the world’s denial of God. To us, God’s existence is the Rock on which we stand. To deny His existence is like claiming one’s own father doesn’t exist.

In my novel Dance to My Lu (click on My Books above), the protagonist is a professional dancer who experiences this truth for herself after her conversion to Christ…

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Genre Explorer: Romantic Suspense

Genre Explorer: Romantic Suspense.


Interesting Literature

Looking for some great short medieval poems which are easy to read? Look no further than this, our latest post…

Medieval poetry can be a daunting field to dip into (to mix our metaphors terribly). Although Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales and Dante’s Divine Comedy are masterpieces and essential reading, perhaps the best route into medieval poetry – as with any poetry – is to start small. What follows is our pick of the best short medieval poems written in English.

They are all presented in the original Middle English, because here at Interesting Literature we believe that that’s the best way to read the poems. This does mean that several words/phrases need glossing, so we’ve done this briefly before each poem. All of these poems were written (or at least written down) some time during the thirteenth and fourteenth centuries: our source for them is the excellent Penguin book of Medieval…

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You hear it a lot: Life is a journey.  I love author Pat Conroy’s take on it: “Without music, life is a journey through a desert.” Howard, the protagonist from my first book, would agree with Pat. He says it like this:

“I’m Howard ‘The Declan’ McCreary,
I strum my guitar ’til I’m bleary.
If I write a song
Will you sing along?
For life without music is dreary.”

The phrase “Life is a journey” begs the question: a journey to where? I’ve never heard of anyone taking a journey without a destination in mind. What is your journey’s destination? Some would say, to fulfill all my dreams. To achieve all my goals. To read every self-help book on Amazon’s virtual shelf.

If we’re honest with ourselves, we will realize that the end of our journey is death [insert shiver here]. For the believer in Christ, that means eternal life with God. We believers typically do treat our lives as a journey that we travel together, with Christ as our leader. Close your eyes and imagine a narrow path, bodies trudging single-file, hands forming a human chain. At the head of the line, you see Christ. That’s one visual of the Christian life.

Some might argue, no, life is a smorgasbord. I recently read a blog asserting this. You get to sample everything, decide what you like, and ignore the rest. This resonates with me. At my age, I’ve figured out what I want on my plate, how much I want to consume, what I can’t live without. At my age, I want my life journey to include enjoyment and exclude unpleasantness. I don’t want to have to eat anything I don’t like.

Unfortunately, this approach isn’t exactly compatible with the life of a believer. Jesus described the Christian life as a narrow road. He said nothing about feasting along the way. He said we’d experience hardships and persecution. My own life smorgasbord has served up a few unpleasant surprises which looked appetizing from far away.

I now see it like this: we walk the narrow road behind Christ, but we sometimes get distracted when the buffet looks good. We fill our plates with the things that look delicious to us.  Thus, although life IS a journey, we have an enemy who tries to waylay us with appetizing smorgasbords along the way.