I’m going to write about this whole process some day soon – basically, when I’ve been paid and am not worried about being blacklisted or having my payment withheld (I previously wrote something someone didn’t like and, as a result, they told me they weren’t paying for unrelated freelance work I did as they were “consulting a solicitor”, so it’s a real fear – but honestly the amount of time I have now spent dealing with Unbound over people not receiving their copies of This is Not About You is crayyyyzy (this link is to Easons because it’s cheapest from them but please support whatever bookshop you like supporting).
How hard can it be to take people’s addresses, which have been put in an online form, print off labels and place them on packages – crucially, packages that contain actual books, because some people received their Unbound perks without the book. Thank God someone came up with the word “shitshow”, because I have been using it a lot.
Suffice it to say: it’s causing me a lot of stress and I’m so disappointed about how this whole thing went. If you’re one of the (many) people who has yet to receive your book, please email support@unbound.com and CC me on rosemary.maccabe@gmail.com so that I can make sure it gets followed up on. I’m so sorry.
Monday
I do not leave the house today except to go out into the back garden with Atlas and out front to the letterbox when he goes down for his nap.
We play with play dough and kinetic sand and Cory Cory Carson toys and we build towers with blocks (and then knock them down) and we fill his paddling pool with water and then throw our Crocs into it (this was not planned) and eat lots of goldfish and yogurt melts and some banana and barely any avocado (which is weird, that has been such a reliable staple up to now) and while he naps (for around two hours today, bless him), I do a little podcast editing and a little writing, but when he’s up it’s back to repeating the same little cycle of non-stop entertainment.
My phone bill comes out for the month. ($54.52)
I don’t even get any respite in the evening, because Brandin takes the boys to football across town and Atlas and I are at home together and I properly give up on entertaining him and just sit watching TV in a stupor.
I have Trader Joe’s ravioli for dinner and he has pasta, cheese, strawberries and pasta sauce, most of which ends up on the floor but at least he’s delighted.
Once bath and bedtime are done, I am able only to watch Vanderpump Rules and make requests to Brandin to bring me coffee.
I hate Mondays.
Daily total: $54.52
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