ambition...

what makes a good writer?
is it hours of writing maticulously on a laptop or furiously scribbling away in a notebook? creating something out of nothing? putting thought to paper even when thought is jumbled up confusion and piles of unrecognizable word?
who decides these things?
i have all the ambition in the world to be a fantastic writer. but here i sit ....
alone in my room.
reading the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - one of the most praised poets of my generation. what have i accomplished? this woman died at the age of 30 by her own hand and she became ONE OF THE GREATEST POETS of a GENERATION. what can i say about myself that even comes close to that??? i will be 30 in 8 short years and i've come up with, maybe, a handful of poems and one decent short story, that could use some work.
i spout off all these great things i want to do but instead of doing them. i am doing nothing but wishing upon ambition that is filled with bloated dreams.
i want to make those dreams a reality...
and the time to do it
is now.