Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge, hosted by Di of Pensitivity101.
Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly.
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Our three words today are:
WALLOW
WANT
WRITER
This story takes place back in the day when publishers actually mailed honest-to-God, held-in-the-hand rejection letters to wannabe-writers — stamped and everything. Sometimes they would even offer suggestions.
Arnold had just received his first rejection letter from The New Yorker magazine and couldn’t have been more thrilled. To think someone from a prestigious magazine like that would bother to read, let alone take the time to write and explain why his story was rejected, was almost too much for Arnold. He nearly burst with pride and excitement.
I gotta call Mom!
He dialed her up and the phone rang and rang until her voice mail urged Arnold to leave a message.
“Mom? It’s me. Arnold. I have really big news. I mean big! I can’t just leave a message; you gotta hear it in person. Call me, please!”
Well, that was disappointing. Who else can I call that would give a crap‽
He couldn’t think of a soul.
Hmmmph! I guess that’s the price one must pay for fame.
Arnold took a shower, shaved, and put on his best suit. He then called Chez Pierre which was the restaurant in town and made a reservation for one. If it isn’t too late after dinner, he’d stop at Wal-Mart and pick up a frame for this life-changing letter.
Once seated at Chez Pierre, Arnold ordered a bottle of their finest champagne and the escargot for an appetizer.
Arnold made a toast and wallowed in the limelight of fame.
I have arrived.
Ergo, the Ogre 
Tell it like it is