A friend once told me that writers write, and if they're not writing then they should be reading, and if they're not writing or reading then they should be doing something worth writing and reading about. I remember thinking how incredibly profound this statement was and how insightful my friend had to be to come up with it—not only drunk, but also while randomly standing on a big metal horse outside the bar. Maybe it was my inebriated state, or his Napoleonesque delivery, but those words stuck with me and helped cement my philosophy to always err on the side of inquiry and adventure. What is the point of this life if not to do and say as much as we can while we have the chance? Some people go their whole lives without a good story to tell, and that just seems like an absolute waste.
I eventually came to realized that my friend was misquoting the famous Philadelphian Benjamin Franklin, and that he was just a drunk and not nearly as profound as I was led to believe. But I still like what he said. And regardless of who said it best, it made its mark on me at the time and is something I think about often.
And here we are—a new Substacker, stretching those creative muscles. What better time and place to share what I'm writing, reading, and doing?
At the end of the day, I’m just looking for an outlet for my griping, groaning, and uniquely irritating worldview—and maybe to connect with a few kindred curmudgeons along the way. If you’re enjoying the read feel free to reach out, share your work, and subscribe!
Enjoy.