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.
Re-read the Sun also Rises someday, when you have time to get thru it in one or two sittings. That book is an amazing thing. The prose is manly, the realtionships are real, and he captured the period very well.
That didn't seem to stop most of the authors I was forced to read in high school.