For one thing, I'm working on my taxes (yes we went for the extension), and my taxes, as a freelancer, are incredibly complicated. I've worked out a system, but the math *headdesk*
We see the accountant tomorrow, first thing in the morning. It was a really bad year for me, and doing my taxes--actually, I'm pretty philosophical about it. The business was failing, which is why I closed it in April. The year before had been terrible, and last year was even worse. I feel relieved that I closed the business, but God, getting rid of the stuff! There is SO MUCH STUFF! I've put ads on craigslist for baseball memorabilia, boots, hangers, all free. I have three huge bags to haul off to the Salvation Army. I want to sell a huge armoire and my Elfa shelving system.
The other problem is story logistics. There are so many things I have to describe, and I don't know how. Most of my stuff is written out of personal experience (or heavily researched) and I cannot wrap my head around the stuff my story depends on right now. So many elements, so foreign to me, and a couple of the hideous romance novels I read that involved espionage all took place in drawing rooms and balls. The latter is called "suffering for my art." I feel like I'm practically spamming
little_details ! They are amazingly helpful.
Also under the heading "suffering for my art," I might have to watch some more BAD movies. Netflix has a lousy search engine. Any suggestions for a good period rebellion movie? (No Civil War, please, unless it involves a lot of messy ground combat. I'm looking for citizens vs. miltiary.) Thanks in advance!
But I'm not depressed or upset or anything. Just a little frustrated and intimidated by all of these numbers.