Things like this never happen to me.
Last week I received an e-mail from a higher-up in the WLP department at Emerson, saying they received some sort of ‘refund’ for me in the mail, that I should come pick it up. So I do. I’m shocked to find $7 cash and a brief note (“Refund for DRIFT”) signed by Victoria Patterson. It took me a few minutes to realize this, of course, must be in response to my recent post about my disappointment with the collection.
I don’t know how to respond, but I know I cannot accept a ‘refund’ for any type of literature, no matter how much I disliked it. That’d be like returning a candy bar because you didn’t like how it tasted. It isn’t done. But there wasn’t a return address, so I have no place to send it.
Victoria, if you’re reading (and, somehow, it seems, you are), I’m flattered you take the opinion of this nobody seriously enough to send him a refund. I’m going to hold on to it and put it towards your next book.