haven't
been working the life out of my body, and I haven't been writing, at
least not for publication. All I've done has been to love you and to
think. I've read some, too, but it has been part of my thinking, and I
have read principally magazines. I have generalized about myself, and
the world, my place in it, and my chance to win to a place that will be
fit for you. Also, I've been reading Spencer's 'Philosophy of Style,'
and found out a lot of what was the matter with me--or my writing,
rather; and for that matter with most of the writing that is published
every month in the magazines."

"But the upshot of it all--of my thinking and reading and loving--is that
I am going to move to Grub Street. I shall leave masterpieces alone and
do hack-work--jokes, paragraphs, feature articles, humorous verse, and
society verse--all the rot for which there seems so much demand. Then
there are the newspaper syndicates, and the newspaper short-story
syndicates, and the syndicates for the Sunday supplements. I can go
ahead and hammer out the stuff they want, and earn the equivalent of a
good salary by it. There are free-lances, you know, who earn as much as
four or five hundred a month. I don't care to become as they; but I'll
earn a good living, and have plenty of time to myself, which I wouldn't
have in any position."

"Then, I'll have my spare time for study and for real work. In between
the grind I'll try my hand at masterpieces, and I'll study and prepare
myself for the writing of masterpieces. Why, I am amazed at the distance
I have come already. When I first tried to write, I had nothing to write
about except a few paltry experiences which I neither understood nor
appreciated. But I had no thoughts. I really didn't. I didn't even
have the words with which to think. My experiences were so many
meaningless pictures. But as I began to add to my knowledge, and to my
vocabulary, I saw something more in my experiences than mere pictures. I
retained the pictures and I found their interpretation. That was when I
began to do good work, when I wrote 'Adventure,' 'Joy,' 'The Pot,' 'The
Wine of Life,' 'The Jostling Street,' the 'Love-cycle,' and the 'Sea
Lyrics.' I shall write more like them, and better; but I shall do it in
my spare time. My feet are on the solid earth, now. Hack-work and
income first, masterpieces afterward. Just to show you, I wrote half a
dozen jokes last night for the comic weeklies; and ju