"Carey, you've had five stories accepted into publication, why the grumpiness?"
Well, because I want to do more. Loads more. But this full-time job of mine just seems to suck my energy to the point that I'm exhausted at the end of the day. I dream of days when all I have to do is wake up, pull my hair into some sort of decency, and sit down and write. And write. And write.