So, the day-job. Still out straight. I did get to make a rum-demon poster that I'm pretty pleased with, so that was good. Ended the day feeling better, physically, than I'd begun, which was also good, though I was not necessarily in charity with humans as a race. Came home swearing that I would rest and Be Sensible, and wound up finishing up the tax forms for the accountant.
...since I was in a bad mood, anyway.
This is a new accountant. She did not believe me, when I explained in our initial meeting about Writer's Incomes, the Uncertainty Thereof. Surely, said she, you know what you're going to be paid during the year. No, I answered; I know, sorta, what I'm owed -- if I have active contracts, or books that are to be delivered, or on-pubs that will go live -- and not counting royalties, which are always a crapshoot. When I'll be paid what I'm owed...is subject to a certain amount of Flexibility. Nonsense, she opined.
Why is it that no one believes that the people who actually live the life can't possibly be describing the particulars of that life accurately? Yes, it's an idiotic way to make a living; accept that we're idiots and move on, already.
In any case, this document here ought to be a real eye-opener for her.
Tomorrow, I have a mid-morning appointment 'way away from here. Hoping to make it back to the day-job by the afternoon, but nothing's writ in stone.
My long-term goal, insofar as I have one, and aside living through the remainder of the week, which ought to be manageable, is to write this weekend. *shows teeth and glares around the room* Everybody OK with that?
...since I was in a bad mood, anyway.
This is a new accountant. She did not believe me, when I explained in our initial meeting about Writer's Incomes, the Uncertainty Thereof. Surely, said she, you know what you're going to be paid during the year. No, I answered; I know, sorta, what I'm owed -- if I have active contracts, or books that are to be delivered, or on-pubs that will go live -- and not counting royalties, which are always a crapshoot. When I'll be paid what I'm owed...is subject to a certain amount of Flexibility. Nonsense, she opined.
Why is it that no one believes that the people who actually live the life can't possibly be describing the particulars of that life accurately? Yes, it's an idiotic way to make a living; accept that we're idiots and move on, already.
In any case, this document here ought to be a real eye-opener for her.
Tomorrow, I have a mid-morning appointment 'way away from here. Hoping to make it back to the day-job by the afternoon, but nothing's writ in stone.
My long-term goal, insofar as I have one, and aside living through the remainder of the week, which ought to be manageable, is to write this weekend. *shows teeth and glares around the room* Everybody OK with that?
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Date: 2010-02-04 01:07 pm (UTC)Accountants up here are like doctors: there aren't many, the ones who are established aren't taking new clients, and the new ones...have to learn.