Some days, the thought of working in academia for the rest of my life leaves me exhausted and near tears. The perfect world is a world in which art is valued highly enough by society that it is comfortably possible to make a living doing it, but this is not that world, and I've got my career path laid out so I can both (1) write and (2) live under a roof and have three square meals a day. (Freelancing for the past eight months or so has not been, shall we say, pleasant?)
But man, I wish it wasn't so.
I tried to post about the review for Black Heart by Holly Black going live at Tor.com earlier today, but it seems that LJ ate it. So. Trying again!