Because personal branding is hard when you're liminal. Apologies in advance; this has a lot of pictures. How do I want people to read me? Not my work, ME. What assumptions are they likely to make? What assumptions do I want them to make? What assumptions do I

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20250331 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Susan had embraced an astounding variety of life experiences while running a public library. Particularly for fundraising. She’d learned to juggle, had a photoshoot with a snake, gone bungee jumping, been an officiant for a three-year-old’s divorce from a previously beloved video game

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20250329 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com This is a disgrace! I, the greatest scammer in the city, swindled by a cat! Now a dozen restaurant owners are after me, my vital anonymity is in tatters, my boots stink of rat shit, and - worst of all! - the wretched beast ran

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20250327 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com Barron-on-Fens never got visitors before those ghost hunters showed up dead. Now it was overflowing with hunters and researchers and festering content creators, all clamouring to hear “the legend”. They were all loudly disappointed by how little legend there was. As if that was the

20250326 Prompt from DailyPrompt.com “Do you know why my family’s mad?” Not a question Harold expected while interviewing to rent a room from someone. “Ah… why?” Christine didn’t answer. Just continued fussing about with the teacups. It was as if he’d imagined the strange comment. Or