I think you have it in you. That just might be the ticket you're looking for.

I've written a book and in my dreams it's my ticket out of the truck driving biz. Hey, you never know. It could happen.

just start writing. if you need a goal, set a goal. but just do it.

Literary legend, and definitely not warm and fuzzy.

Charles Bukowski, born in 1920, began writing at a young age and was first published in the 1940s. Then Bukowksi gave up writing for the world of work and bars, not publishing, not writing, so the myth goes, for nearly twenty years. Ten of those years were spent roaming from odd job to odd roominghouse from the East coast to the West. The other ten years, Bukowski worked for the United States Postal Service in Los Angeles, a job that took no effort except for the strength to show up and the patience to perform mindless operations. During that time, his life bordered on insanity and death, two prevalent themes in his writing. According to his own myth making, Bukowski returned to writing the day that he quit the Postal Service, but his bibliography shows that indeed, he had been publishing several years before that.

http://poemhunter.com/charles-bukowski/biography/

More at the link. Here's one of his poems.

THE ALIENS
from The Last Night Of The Earth Poems

you may not believe it
but there are people
who go through life with
very little
friction of distress.
they dress well, sleep well.
they are contented with
their family
life.
they are undisturbed
and often feel
very good.
and when they die
it is an easy death, usually in their
sleep.

you may not believe
it
but such people do
exist.

but i am not one of
them.
oh no, I am not one of them,
I am not even near
to being
one of
them.
but they
are there

and I am
here.

More poems here----> http://www.charlesbukowski.20m.com/bukowski_poems.html

he looks to be a dangerous read for Plath-like personalities...

On An Early Lesson

I learned the way to do it when I was five or six,
Standing with my feet burning in the sand
Wanting to enjoy the water, fearing its cold embrace.
Now that my life has burned to embers at my feet,
I yearn for that one last relief,
And yet I am so fearful of the chill
I cannot take that running start and dive.

One of my favorites

any job that you want to quit that fast, it's probably a wise decision to go ahead and do it if you have the option. The few times I decided I'd see if it got any better I regretted it. So you're probably better for having bailed.