This is why I shouldn't read contemporary authors.

Kerouac wrote his masterpieces in about a day. I hate him for that.
Well over a year since I've written anything but the occassional long, drunken rant about my life (and that can only be considered 'art' in the sense that street theatre is 'art,' which is to say it's not, but reflects some characteristics of the real thing).
This is starting to get to me.
Bret Easton Ellis wrote his first major novel for a class. Undergraduate creative writing.
Carson McCullers was my age when she wrote her classic, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter.
You see where I'm going with this.

I have this itching need to lock myself in my apartment for a week with a carton of cigarettes and a few bottles of Jameson, and just fucking write.
These things still happen. If I have anywhere near the talent people have tried to impress upon me as being mine, I could be a well-to-do author within a year. Lobster dinners in fancy New York restaurants. Drinking imported beers with members of Interpol. The American Dream, right?

Fuck me.