David Duchovny is a multi-talented individual. Having already proven himself as a successful actor over the last two or three decades, in recent years he has begun to branch out into the worlds of music and literature. With two albums and two novels already under his belt, on May 1 he releases yet another novel, Miss Subways. Each of his books is very different from the others. Holy Cow is a whimsical story about a cow who is determined to escape the possibility of a very grim future. Bucky F*cking Dent is the story of a grown man’s relationship with his ailing father, with some baseball thrown in along the way. And his newest entry into the world of fiction literature, Miss Subways, is a fresh, modern take on some Irish (and other) mythology in the telling of the story of Emer.

The first time I remember hearing anything about International Women’s Day was when I was working on my MBA. It came up because I was in a class that dealt with some businesses overseas, and we needed to communicate with them, but we couldn’t because it was a national holiday in that country, and they were closed for the day. This intrigued me. Why had I never heard of this holiday before? If it was a holiday celebrating women, why didn’t we do anything for it here in the U.S.?

A part of me keeps wanting to write this post, and another part of me just thinks that anyone who has followed my Facebook or Twitter feeds the last two weeks is already sick of hearing about David Duchovny. Well, to me this post both is and isn’t about him. Honestly, I think the most general way to say it is this post is about inspiration. But I guess, let me explain.