I wonder if it's possible to read too much. I haven't gone one day without picking up a book and right now, I just finished another Jack Kerouac book, and I have nothing left to read in this house. I know I have to pick up Brideshead Revisited, The End of the Affair, and I think I want to read American Psycho, as recommended by a pretty British girl I follow.
Anyway, I've always thought about writing a book. And today I received an email saying that the person who wrote this email thought that I should write one as well. So, I'm going to.
I'm going to write a book.