So much legal mumbo jumbo going on with the kids, I can't even explain it all. Suffice it to say that they are now backpedaling on their offer to give the girls daycare. The conversation went like this:
Caseworker: "I'm not sure about five days a week daycare. We really want the children to be in your home most of the time."
Me: "Are you telling me that you don't certify duel income households, where both people work outside the home?"
Caseworker: "Well, yeah, we do. And we often pay childcare for them."
Me: "Then can you tell me what the difference is?"
Another very long, heavy pause.
Caseworker: "I guess there really isn't one."
Me, the light dawning on me. "Just because I work at home, doesn't mean I don't work!"
GAWD! They should see my monthly invoices. June: $2200 July: $1100 August: $550! I work on nonfiction and fiction a total of 35 to 40 hours a week. Or I did. Now I am down to maybe five total weekly hours. FIVE! Do they want to talk to my editors to prove I am a writer and make money? My tax preparer? Or maybe I should have my agent call them from New York?
Just wanted to let you know, fellow writers, that we aren't really working. What we do isn't really a job. It must follow that publishing isn't really a business.
Just to let you all know.