Why I'm in no hurry to do this for a living...

Don't get me wrong, I'd love to not ever do anything else for a living ever again but write stories about monsters and skeletons and old dark houses. I would dearly love to write and dream for eight hours a day, instead of around eight hours a month, which seems closer to the mark I usually hit these days. I'm just not in any particular hurry to do so, and, not to put too fine a point on it, here's why:

Over on her journal, Caitlin R. Kiernan recently wrote: If, tomorrow, someone gave me...