I Haven't the Foggiest

Tag: writing

  • three six five

    Week 32… The last time I wandered down Clement street with a friend, they took me to one of those shops where I knew I was going to spend money: cute stationary, local art, and eclectic books. Drawn to its colorful cover, I picked up Lucy Ives’ “three six five” (an inexhaustible compendium for writing).…

  • It’s so nice to be back home where I belong

    Week 31… I lost myself a bit there, and I forgot why I wanted to start writing again. Partly as a way to keep up with others after my move to San Francisco, sure, but mostly as a way for me to rediscover my own voice; to work through the thoughts that keep me company…

  • Try.

    Week 17… “Do, or do not — there is no try.” Listen, I know Yoda is spouting some Lucas-level zen philosophy about how inaction is action, and there are no half-measures when it comes to making choices, but there is power in that word: “try.” It is the middle ground of the binary; it is…

  • A Part

    Week 16… Sometimes being an executive admin can be a lonely gig. Unlike being assigned to a team and working on projects with others, a lot of my role (and the impact thereof) only becomes visible when things go wrong. When I succeed in my job, meetings are happening on time, lines of communication remain…

  • At Both Ends

    Week 15… I have been weepy this last week. On Friday, I felt my breath hitch right around my clavicle as I stared at the 30+ tabs I had open in a single window. And then my eyes beheld the horizon of oncoming tears, and I was grateful that I was by myself in a…

  • When the Going Gets Tough

    Week 14… … actually, I have no idea what the Tough do, because I am not one of them. I am getting frail in my old age — or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that I can’t get away with as much as I used to, as I inch ever closer to…

  • The Rat Under the Hat

    Week 13…. In which Meg attempts to articulate why I don’t write with AI, and prefer to spend hours, sometimes 48 of them, crafting these blog posts. “Sounds to me like you’re working harder, not smarter,” I hear the imaginary cadre of tech-evangelists say inside my noggin. And to be fair, I know I don’t…

  • Home ___ home

    Week 11… “There’s no place like home…” What does that mean? “Home is where the heart is…” My heart is in twenty places at any given time. I’m not trying to be contrarian, but since moving to San Francisco, I’ve had to answer the question of “where were you before?” many, many times. And I…

  • My Reel-ationships

    Week 10… Technically, I missed my goal of publishing something every week because last weekend, I had a headcold. Now, Meg with any sort of respiratory ailment is a pitiable thing — I hate colds, allergies, the flu, anything that makes me cough and spew mucus from my face holes. To be fair, I don’t…

  • A Love Letter

    Week 07… This morning I woke up with a thought to write about Love. I’m not going to offer anything new on the subject — both poets and cynics have written about it for millennia — but what is it about this complex knot of emotions and chemicals that we find so endlessly compelling? The…