Nothing new on the writing front. Still typing in Luring Lorelei and tweaking/fixing/messing with Every Witch Way.

So, today let’s talk about the few sure things in life: death and taxes. Everyone dies (duh!) and some of us are in a hurry to get there. Not me. Which means I have years and years of taxes to look forward to–oh, joy unto me! Yes, ladies and gents, it’s tax season and I have to book a nasty appointment with the taxidermist–er, tax man at H&R Block. (Worse than the dentist by a long shot!) Now there are easy ways to do taxes, I realize. Ways that won’t charge me quite so much–TurboTax, etc. However, I have lived/worked in three different states this year alone. Last year it was two! I don’t feel up to the challenge of figuring that crap out. Each state has it’s own laws, regulations, exemptions. Dude, forget it! The Tax Man may be expensive, but today he’s my superhero. He saves me from thinking about how much cash Uncle Sam sucks from my paycheck every month. Thank you, Tax Man!