I Haven't the Foggiest

Tag: writing

  • 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…

  • Quarterly Review

    Week 06… A quarter of a year makes a girl think. It has been three months since I left Washington, and now it is time to reflect on my life in San Francisco — not that I haven’t already been doing that through this blog, but consider this my official brain dump. If you follow…

  • Vocal Exercise

    Week 04… I almost didn’t write this week, because I was worried I didn’t have anything worth saying. I was too much in my own head, and as a result of which, I didn’t start this process until Sunday, instead of drafting something like I normally do. On Saturday, I sat on my new couch,…

  • 9 lives, 2 Personalities

    Week 03… I’m going to draft today’s blog post while at the café. There is so much I wanted to write about, but I haven’t been able to settle on a topic. So, I think I’m going to end up talking about myself, which… oh boy. I can’t help feeling like I am a black…

  • Practicing Shelf-Care

    Week 02… When I first moved to San Francisco, nearly all my friends recommended I visit the same place. Was it the Golden Gate Bridge? Nah, just an architectural symbol. Alcatraz? An empty jail in the middle of the bay. Ah, then it must have been some five star dining establishment that set their little…