My name is Meg, and I live in an apartment on the fifth floor of a building that faces a law school dormitory. As of currently, no husbands have proposed to me from across the street. This is in Manhattan, in case you were wondering.

During the day I work on the 20th floor of an office building. On this 20th floor, I am engaged in the business of publishing. It's going well.

I write: plays, stories. Distressed letters. Screeds.

I have a striped bathrobe and I like rock music. The photograph above was taken many years ago. Unfortunately, I have not really improved.