We all do it.
At the moment, I’m watching ConneryBeagle on the treadmill, laying out notes for the imminent call to his vet, firing up the netbook for first draft (Kodiak Chained), preparing DuncanHorse’s lunch to soak for lunchtime, eating breakfast, and…
Yes. Eyeing taxes.
I may or may not finish this blog before I slip in to do elliptical beside Connery. Depends on how long it takes to eat this fruit leather.
Last night, when I should have been writing this blog, I was finishing first draft, doing tax prep, working on Wolf Justice, biking Connery out for his second rehab of the day, and watching my brain go to sleep before I did.
Multitasking, sez I, is not all it’s cut out to be.
Generally I can keep a decent balance of it all, but when taxes come around…when taxes come around the year when I switched accounting systems from Quicken and Excel combined to YNAB, which might well be fine if it didn’t keep fatally stalling out my system so I learned not to fire it up to add records unless the computer wasn’t…well, multitasking.
(You may now hazard a guess as to how often that occurs. Never, you say? Why, right you are!)
Gee, I didn’t even mention the proofs. Or the book cover, or the book pirates, or–
*slaps self* Stop it! Close your eyes! Don’t look!
Gotta go hit that elliptical. Connery is sad and lonely…
Taxes–EEEEK! I’m an accountant and they still get to me. I’m just glad the hubby is an accountant, too and doesn’t mind doing them. I try to review them before I sign, but I usually just get a brain freeze so I just sign them. I’d rather exercise with Connery, too.
Sue, lucky you! If I could get an assistant for anything in this office, it would be the financial record-keeping and then taxes.
We all know that we should be “doing taxes” all year long and yet, we all wait ’til the last minute when it’s too late to think creatively and take steps that will help us avoid paying anything more than the minimum. Sad.
Heh. I’ve actually got a pretty good system in terms of organizing my Schedule C stuff, and last year I finally got an accountant–very lucky to find someone right here in this tiny town who has the flexibility to deal with a writer. The past several years my record-keeping has been messed up by illness and then some concatenating relocation…this year I was so determined to do it well, and ended up being sabotaged by the change I made to make it more possible! Poo. Well, I think I’m getting there…