I have to watch myself. I try to resist the impulse for self improvement.

So often I come home and I realise that once again, instead of living for titilation and fun, I have bought some worthy tome that will enable and inspire me to write the great work, make the great creation that will redeem this wasteful period of buggering about called life.

There's a sort of idealism behind this question - that I respect. But I think I will (as with my music) just mess about in the shallows of human endeavour. If the great artistic statement is to be made, it will be made by someone else - someone cleverer and more able.