The Tax Man Cometh.
My tax man arrives at the house this week. He excels in tax knowledge for self-employed artists and he prefers house calls.
He is one of the top reasons I push myself to get my books published and to sell my stories.
Tax session at a writing workshop.
I was a few years into the craft phase of writing fiction and was entering the business phase. How to get my name out there as a writer. How to get my stories published. How to find a community of writers.
Most of all, I wondered when I could start to call myself a real writer.
I was looking for a rite-of-passage.
Who knew I would find it in a Tax Class at the Midwest Writer’s Workshop in Muncie, Indiana? But I did.
The 90-minute session was titled, “Are You a Professional Writer? Don’t Wait for an IRS Audit to Find Out.” A CPA who worked for the IRS led the class.
In the end, I walked out with a lot of notes, handouts, packets and my mind reeling.
I also made a determination.
My writing wasn’t a hobby. It wasn’t daydream scribbling. Not stories I read for family. Not something I hoped would happen one day.
If I wanted to call myself a professional writer, I was going to register with the IRS on that basis as an Actual. Professional. Writer. Or a Schedule C for Small Business.
It’s all about the paperwork.
I knew once I registered as a self-employed writer, I would have to keep track of categories more specific to writing professionally, such as expenses, mileage, supplies, postage, dues, advertising.
More importantly, I’d also have to keep receipts and proof of book sales, article sales and payments for related writing services.
Every time I buy something. Every time I follow up on an opportunity to sell a story or be a guest speaker and get paid for it, I log it under the Income column.
With every slip of paper, I am confirming, proving to myself that I am a professional writer.
The Day of Reckoning.
My tax man has checked and filed my taxes from the very first year I declared myself a writer to the IRS.
It’s nothing to him whether I sell a story or publish a book, yet he knows how much I’m still struggling at boosting the income bracket. He knows I’m getting close. He sees my victories in the plus column and my expenses in the minus column.
Numbers don’t lie.
How it all adds up.
I know how strange it is that I’ve come to rely on a government institution and a numbers man to help push me up the ladder to success.
It works for me.
If being a professional writer is good for the IRS. If my tax guy keeps coming once a year to log in my progress as a professional writer.
It must be true. I must be a professional writer.
I’ve got the proof.
“If you wrote something for which someone sent you a cheque; if you cashed the cheque and it didn’t bounce, and if you then paid the light bill with the money, I consider you talented.” ~Stephen King
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