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.

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?



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!


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.