So a few months ago, I wrote a post about how I wanted a Freewrite, which is a ridiculous and overpriced device that I shouldn’t want, but I do.

Shortly after I wrote that post, my husband and several of my lovely friends got together and bought me one from the website presale. I was grateful, embarrassed and emotionally stunted in response. I hope they understand how much it means to me. I’m terribly weird when people are extremely nice to me. It’s excruciating and wonderful at the same time. I have problems, okay?

Anyway… they’re shipping, finally. They’ve been advertised for two years, but they’ve only just finished production. People on Indiegogo are being pretty bitchy in the comments. Much of it is understandable, to a degree – it’s a lot of money and a long time to wait, especially since the original ship date was supposed to be something like a year-and-a-half ago.

Some of it, however, smacks of entitlement. A sort of “how could you do this to me” thing; as if those at Astrohaus WANTED to get this product out so much later than they planned, as if they WANTED to get the shipments from the manufacturer without the extras that certain people ordered. Reading the comments made me angry. And it made me wonder if such a large section of the writing community are entitled assholes.

I mean, I’m an entitled asshole; just not about that.

Regardless, I should be getting a Freewrite Traveler within the next month, and I’m very excited about it, and still very grateful and feeling extremely awkward about the lovely gift I’ve been given, and to all of you who have been waiting longer than I have or just a little less, I hope when you do get it that you love it, and that you don’t get mocked too badly for having an expensive hipster typewriter (which I am so excited to have).

B