The best thing about reading something really good is that it inspires you to write something equally good. Well, maybe not “you” but the figurative “you”. Just like when I was a kid and I’d watch The Lone Ranger or Zorro and feel absolutely compelled to go out and try that jump onto the horse’s back my very own self, I’ve always felt a strong pull whenever I’ve really been able to lose myself in someone else’s creative exploits. Art, music, writing, action… it’s never really mattered. It’s as if the artist has somehow put so much of their soul into it that my own innards resonate with a kindred spirit. What. Okay, YOU find a better explanation for why I jumped off the deck knowing full well that saddle was going to crush my nuts. So, reading good things makes me want to write good things. Reading though, is fairly easy. I can lay in bed, falling asleep, and read. I can feed the baby, and read. I can sit on the toilet, the only completely alone spot in… Read moreReading and Writing.