Hellish prelude to Holy Week
It’s
soooooo hot! And not the good kind. So hot, my brain is melting and I can’t get
Graeme or Deanna to talk to me. In other words, very little progress with the
novella. Le Sigh!
Anyway,
rather than spin my wheels, I’m allowing myself to get distracted with something
that requires less brain power and creativity: marketing Entangled. I’ve been
figuring out ARCs and running around buying supplies. Oh, yeah. That’s all in
between paying my taxes — which was another form of Hell altogether. But I’d
rather not dwell on that.
For a fun
note, there’s a new Yahoo! group where readers of Aphrodisia books can interact
with Aphrodisia authors! If you want to join the madness, you can find it here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Aphrodisiawritersandfans/
I'm completing tax returns myself.
But then I'm one of those crazy people that enjoy it.
I think of it like a crossword puzzle except with numbers.
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It’s not the figuring out how much I owe that’s a problem. I’m one of those weird people who whip up a spreadsheet, plugging in equations and updating figures, to keep a running tally of how much I’ll lose to the government as fresh income comes in.
Noooo! My problem is lining up to pay. During Holy Week. The Hottest Week of the Year!
I arrived at the bank early … okay, 10am. I stumble through filling up the deposit slip; naturally with all the people coming in to pay taxes, they don’t have any poster or an immediately visible sample to show how to do it; the sample was hiding under the forms of another supplicant filling up another deposit slip. Doing the tax form was so much easier!
Eventually, I overcome the deposit slip, submit my forms and receive a number: 90. Nine-zero. I check the LED display to see which number is being processed — 16. More than seventy people ahead of me. I timed the clerk. It took her around four to five minutes to process a tax payment. And the heat was building up. With all the people crowding in to pay, the air-conditioners were straining to cool the room. I have to wait hours in here?!? Argh!
It’s a whole different level of suffering, I tell you.
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