Tax Guy has been and gone. The usual last-minute scrambling to update my expenses was scrambled even further by having to figure out how to convert foreign transactions into U.S. dollars. Which challenge is even more fun when said Tax Guy has just phoned to let us know he’ll be a few minutes early for our appointment. Gulp.
Anyway, we worked it out.
Now it’s time turn my attention back to Petra Rising. And I’m of two minds about the project. Part of me feels like I’m almost ready to start drafting, that all I need to do is clear the decks and let ‘er rip. The other part is—well, let’s just say it’s not so sure.
I mean, I probably could pants my way through. But I can’t help feeling that I’m still missing something really important, something I should know about now, rather than when I’m halfway through the first draft.
Let me think about it for a bit. And while I’m at it, perhaps I should contemplate the significance of my use of the word pants as a verb in that previous paragraph.
Or not.
No updates for Write Club.
I’m out.
