When I first started submitting my work for publication about twenty-five years ago, I’d already read enough about the process of becoming a writer that I expected a very tough road. I was also thoroughly confident that I was a genius, and this would guarantee my success if I just worked my ass off. I therefore became a fiction factory. I sat down and wrote 3-5 short stories a week, and submitted each and every one of them for publication. I virtually never wrote anything I didn’t finish, and I never tried to write longer works. I stuck with weird fiction — fantasy and science fiction with macabre and New Wave overtones — because that was what I read.