Writing is like flying.
I want to fly across the North Atlantic and have some pretty flight attendant feed me a steak somewhere near Ireland, that's unrealistic too. Ninety per cent of commercial pilots are killing mosquitos in a swamp near New Orleans, or flying commuter or putting brush fires out in Red Deer, Alberta or whatever. They don't end up in the airlines. A small percentage of them do, so if you want to be flying a seven-four across the North Atlantic, you're getting into it for the wrong reason. You've got to get into it because you love it.