by the way, it's snowing again.

So I went to see the New Tax Guy on Friday and we started talking, as you do, and then I handed over my paperwork, and I looked up and he had That Look.

That Look being the look of "why do you need me, you've clearly got your shit together."

I get That Look occasionally. It still makes me laugh. "I gots everyone fooled!" Also, there is no way I can keep up with the minute craziness that is taxation for freelancers, even in a relatively freelancer-friendly state. I'd rather pay someone to save me from the hours and headaches.


However, at this moment I am feeling all sorts of RAWRR and mighty, because the revisions to TRICKS OF THE TRADE are done, as of this evening, at a lean and tight 91,000 words, and dear god I hope I didn't break anything new in the fixing.

Tomorrow, there is freelance work to be done, and on Monday the revisions letter for THE SHATTERED VINE is finally supposed to land, and I still have to write PSI #4, SIGHT UNSEEN, and there's not one but two blog posts due next week, and did I mention that the bathroom renovations start on Monday, too?

But tonight? Tonight there is wine and sofa and tv, and not writing a damn. word. more.