So I’ve been busy. Like super busy. Super hella busy.
You get the idea.
But all this craziness is, in no small part, due to my life as a writer. I’ve got some stuff I can go into and some I can’t but today we’re going to focus on something so far out of left field that my brain came to a grinding halt when I learned about it.
That’s right folks, we’re going to talk about the IRS. As delightful as they are generous, the IRS’s influence extends to nearly every portion of our lives. I thought my writing portion was safe, but it turns out there really is nowhere to hide.
Let me explain:
So I’ve been applying to various events in the Michigan area where I can set up as a vendor and sell my book. One of the applications I received asked me for my Michigan Sales Tax ID number and I was understandably confused.
And for the days that proceeded, my confusion only grew. It turns out, in America’s High Five of a state, that anyone who plans on processing more than 200 transactions and/or $100k worth of profits (wouldn’t that be nice) needs to have a Sales Tax ID number.
Here enters the insidious IRS into this otherwise wholesome tale.
Even though I am a corporation of one, peddling my books at local events, I have to charge taxes, and I have to report my income to big brother.
It’s been a long and confusing process, but I did it. Last week I finished my application, got my confirmation number, and am just waiting for my Sales Tax ID to be mailed my way!
Wish me luck…
Bye for now!
Always good for writers (or any self-employed people) to stay informed about this stuff! My joyful IRS moment happened after I started doing cross-border transactions. Talk about making simple things as complicated as possible…