Last weekend I did something most people dread.

I finished my taxes.

I thought I’d chip away at it slowly — portions here, a little here, spread it out so it wouldn’t feel overwhelming. Instead I jumped between a few services, organized what needed organizing, and just… submitted.

It took about an hour.

And weirdly? I don’t dread it the way other people do. Maybe because when there’s more to file, there’s more to work with. More assets. More movement. More proof that I built something.

There’s a future version of this where the numbers are bigger and the structure is more interesting. I’m not intimidated by that. I’m aiming for it.

Now that hour belongs to the creative process again.

In Unspoken, the two women are still walking their way through 20 Questions. I think we’re up to favorite movie. Maybe favorite bands next. Books after that. It’s a long, deliberate walk. No shortcuts. No sudden confessions. Just curiosity revealing shape.

It’s slower than most love stories. That’s intentional.

On the satire side, Book 1 is close. I’m finishing chapter titles, making sure the last chapters land exactly how I want them to, then looking it over once more — and submitting. Even if I’m scared.

The taxes are done. The admin is handled. The time is open again.

Back to the questions.

— Anna
Unspoken