Well don’t I suck

I lasted four days at “3 Words A Day.” I’m giving up because all I managed to get out of it was a headache and a bunch of boring posts. So boring that not even the host of the prompt could be bothered to “like” them. That’s gotta be the reason, right?

Right, well. Now I need some inspiration. Any suggestions on prompts that don’t insist that you commit? I really don’t want to suck at this prompt business.

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3 Words A Day – Day 4

What was I thinking? There’s no way I can do this without fail for a year – I already have plans to take vacations from the internet this spring and summer. When I’m not relying on someone else to come up with my prompts, I can pre-schedule them. But this… it has the ingredients for failure written all over it.

What to do?

thinker
ingredients
local
plan
seized*

https://threewordsaday.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/20150228-day-59/

All this cloak and dagger stuff

I’ve never really liked staying anonymous on the internet. I have nothing to hide. My life is an open book, as they say. While I’m not going to advertise my other blog here, nor this one there apart from a mention, I don’t intend to keep it a secret who I am. But like it is when I travel, it’s kinda neat to be off on my own with no one watching over me who┬áI know. Okay, other than the inevitable Mr. Cushman.

So this isn’t really a cloak and dagger deal. It’s more a poncho and a styrofoam sword thing.

En garde!

Unreal

The whole point of this blog is to say whatever I feel like saying without worrying about the length nor the perfection of my posts. So what do I say for my first one?

This blog may be irreverent, contain more four-letter words than my “real” blog does (the one with my real name on it) which is how I speak in real life anyway, and it may end up being more opinionated than my regular blog. I suppose in a way I’m saving my followers from myself by having this blog exist. What I will not do here is pretend to be someone I’m not. “Isabella Morgan” is not a real person, but I am. What you see here is me… whoever I am. Make no mistake – I’m a real woman with a real life and real feelings. I have a family and people who care about me – just because I decline to use my real name doesn’t mean I’m not vulnerable. I demand the same respect I give anyone else.

This blog may be odd, it may leave you shaking your head occasionally, but with any luck it will always leave you with a smile on your face and the will to return.

Here we go.