A few years before his literary star rose over nineteenth century America, Mark Twain confided to his brother,
“I never had but two powerful ambitions in my life. One was to be a pilot & the other a preacher of the gospel. I accomplished the one & failed in the other, because I could not supply myself with the necessary stock in trade—i.e. religion . . . But I have a “call” to literature, of a low order—i.e. humorous. It is nothing to be proud of, but it is my strongest suit.”
I can commiserate.