Nothing better than to be able to express myself through my writing. Words flow onto the screen as my fingers drum on the key pad. So nat-ur-al. But I do have my struggles in other areas in my life.
For me, doing books is a real chore. I cringe at even the thought of income tax time. Sure I keep receipts—digging through scrunched slips of paper from the bottom of my purse. Smoothing the edges before stuffing them into a zip-lock bag, labeled ‘some’ month and year. But the problem comes when I’m forced to sort through each receipt, itemize, and tally the totals for the accountant.
Thank goodness there are those who have the talent and can handle this job.
Marion, my swimming buddy, hoisted the tattered brown cardboard box from the trunk of her car.
“Next time, you could use file folders. Just label the months.” She said, as she set the full box down, wiping her forehead with the back of her open hand.
Had the contents in the box expanded in just over two months since I’d given her the parcel?
Apparently, in Saskatchewan, a writer can go back as far as three years and use a percentage of their expenses as deductions. A deduction to what? For me, there’s been no income.
It was August of 2006 that I started writing, submitting to agents in September. I kept all the receipts since then, but had never took the time to organize. Today, thanks to Marion, my life’s expenses are ready to submit and three years can be reassessed for income tax.
Will all of this be worth it (by the time I pay my Accountant)? Your guess is as good as mine.