Spending My Saturday Reading Not Doing

I read all of Robert Rodriguez'  Rebel Without A Crew yesterday. Mostly on the N train doing the ludicrous loop from Astoria to Brooklyn. It made me think of all the times I spend reading about doing the things I enjoy and not actually enjoying the things I do. It also made me think about all the people that have accomplished things at my age. Robert Rodriguez was 23 when he got El Mariachi written, made and bought. I turn 23 in exactly 17 days.   What are the odds that I can get something done in those days? (I did smile a bit when RR went into a diatribe for a page about the accomplishments of others- he was dreading 26...) Maybe someone will ask RR what he wanted to accomplish by 40 and see if he's taken care of it before his 40th birthday this year. Maybe I will have to ask. Meanwhile, I will concern myself with more meaningful tasks like avoiding my art with the excuse "I can't afford it"