I'm currently reading more of Jonathan Safran Foer (Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close), and I am incredibly annoyed.

Secretly, I always wanted to be an author.  I didn't want to be any author - I wanted to write clever, witty, fast-paced novels considered to be "easy-reading" yet intellectually stimulating. 

But this guy, Jonathan Safran Foer, is pretty much everything I imagined to be, but just 10 times better.  I'm afraid that someday, people will ask me, "your writing seems to be influenced by Foer, are you familiar with his work?" and I will have to say yes, unless I stop reading this book right now (although I already read his other stuff). 

How sad.  My secret dream life, which consisted of being a novelist and a part-time photographer, crumbled before me.  Even if I write what I wanted to write, I'll just be known as "that wanna be Foer kinda guy." 

While I'm dreaming, I would like to have multiple houses so I can travel the world on rent income and search for inspiring stories to write and take pictures of. 

World I hate thee.  But you are beautiful