In order that when my writing partner, Carlos Dews, gets to NYC tomorrow, I have the decks cleared to work on nothing but the next Sam Cabot book for the week, and then to plunge into it full-time once he leaves because it’s due in less than a year, I’m doing my taxes. This is something I usually manage to put off until at least March, and if I get it together to get an extension, sometimes June. It’s just so BORING, plus painstaking, and there’s always one month’s Con Ed bill missing, and and and. As I writer I have lots of deductions, including all my travel, but deductions are only useful if you have all the paperwork to prove them, and the categories they go in, and and and. Even listening to music doesn’t really help. Okay, end of whine, back to work.