Three Word Wednesday. Each week, I will post three (or more) random words. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to write something using all of those words. It can be a few lines, a story, a poem, anything. I'll also attempt to write something using the same three words.
This week's words are:
The envelope sat unopened on the vestibule table for three days. I told myself I didn't open it because I was saving the contents as a big surprise that would be followed by a major celebration when I found out that the publisher to whom I'd submitted my manuscript was so overwhelmed by my writing genius that she or he wanted to get my masterpiece on retail book shelves yesterday.
Sure, I had some negligible feelings of doubt, but really. Hadn't everyone who read my book said it was great, outstanding, and one brilliant even? Gotta admit it's creative. How many other novels are out there about a woman who finds out when she is a child that she has this amazing super power... the ability to shoot snot rockets from her nose at bad guys from up to 100 feet away stunning the dastardly no-good doers into submission until the cops come to collect them.
And how many women with this creative writing genius have to put up with scorn from her co-workers because they resent the popularity she receives as she saves lives and stuns evil doers with her nasal weapons of destruction. Well, it'll be a case of she who laughs last laughs longer and harder than the heartiest laugher in the group that mocks me daily for believing in my talent.
If those jealous women knew I'd stared at that unopened letter for 3 days and still hadn't opened it, they'd probably say I just didn't want to face the rejection. And maybe they'd be at least partially right. After all, this is my first experience with writing a book, and maybe the final version of the manuscript could still use some editing.
And there is that rough part in the middle where The Snot Rocket Queen has to decide whether to marry Nigel Hawthorne or continue to fight the bad guys with her secret weapon. And maybe I overdid it a little bit by destroying all the coffee beans which make The Snot Rocket Queen sneeze so she can shoot her deadly propellants at the bad guys.
Okay, who am I kidding. The letter is almost surely a rejection. What kind of dumb idea is it anyway to have a grown woman shooting snot rockets at bad guys anyway? There probably isn't some huge check in that envelope; there's probably a form letter telling me to stop writing before I hurt myself.
But I'll never know unless I open the envelope. Okay... here goes. Oh! There's more than one paper inside. Okay, here's the letter...
Ohhhh my... well, it's just as I expected...