Yeah....all that considered, we still want to be writers. Which makes us masochists. And thus, writers. See, cyclical.
Anyway, full confession time, I have not read Monsieur Proust's magnum opus and I probably never will. I'm sure there are many that will proclaim me a philistine (I know, irony) for this and tell me it's my loss. That's fine. I'll take that over the misery of actually having to try to plow through it. Feh.
Proust was suggested by Mara from Kansas, Jason from Vancouver, Paco from Barcelona, and Beatrice from Montreal. Holy worldwide readership, Batman!