It's that time of year. Tax season.
Tomorrow morning, I have an appointment with my amazing accountant for all my business related (writing/author)"stuff." He's been handling all this for several years, and as the business has grown, I've had to learn A LOT. Last year, he told me that it was a good idea to purchase QuickBooks Pro for my "stuff."
This is what has happened since:
I went straight to Costco and purchased said program.
Six months later, I realized I better figure it out to input the mountain of receipts/deposits/inventory... i.e. "stuff."
Looked at it.
Decided it was complicated.
Went and brainstormed a new book instead.
Looked again at pile of receipts.
Called a QuickBooks expert trainer to come teach me. (Thankfully this person still likes me after that craziness.)
Was so proud of myself after getting everything into the amazing program.
Then... I went on a six-week book tour.
Returned mid-November to face unpacking, laundry, the holidays, homeschool, and several more speaking/appearances.
Avoided the monstrous pile awaiting entrance into QuickBooks.
Moved my office, re-organized, scrapbooked, wrote, blogged, wrote some more, i.e. - avoided my "stuff."
Today, there was no avoiding it. And after my amazing assistant and I discovered that I had input over 200 duplicate receipts, I spent hours deleting all the doubled-up entries.
I whined and complained. Dented my desk from banging my head on it. And then moved my purple "complaint free world" bracelet several times for my behavior.
Daughter Kayla - and my writing partner on our suspense series set in Alaska - came in smiling with a hug for me and said, "Mom, I wish I was old enough to help you, you're working too hard."
What an encourager. Sigh.
Wait a second... I'm imagining a new and complex math project for the kids for school...
No. That would be cruel and unusual punishment.
for more information on the "complaint free" bracelet check out
A Complaint Free World