Fate and Taxes
After three months of staring at my computer and writing new pages and tossing them out (well, not literally…they just become electronic garbage in my file folder) and wondering if I was ever going to come up with re-writes for my new novel that I was happy with, I finally finished them and sent the manuscript off to my agent yesterday.
FATED. The title of the new novel is FATED. And that’s all I’m sharing for now. Okay, no, it’s not about zombies. But that’s it. No more.
I don’t know about other writers, but when I’m near the end of a project and I have a deadline, even if it’s self-imposed, I tend to stop taking care of the List of Things To Do that aren’t writing related. Like doing my taxes and buying a new area rug and getting my shoes re-soled. I just can’t justify taking time to run errands and deal with the nagging problems of daily existence when I can’t figure out how to solve the problems of the characters in my book.
I’m sure there’s a cosmic parallel between the two, but I’m not going to go there.
But with FATED sent off and hopefully ready to be pitched to my publisher, I have sense of relief that I can finally deal with my own crap now that I’ve taken care of my characters’ issues. And I a sense of freedom that allows me to finally start up my next novel or to write some short stories or to play some golf.
But first, I should probably think about taking care of my taxes.
