Niether did I, though I'd put Joyce in the Irish column even though he pretended to hate his irishness.
My biggest problem when I was reading voraciously and quite indiscriminately was that I would exhaust the local libraries of all copies of the author at hand; once read the complete works of Guy de Maupassant, boy, he must have had one hell of a wife.
I once had ambitions of writing myself, but I have absolutely nothing of value to say and no stories worth relating.