Goody's World
Get in touch with your dark side.
About Me

 

My name is James Goodman.  I was born in Dover, Delaware in 1971, but have traveled extensively. Some of my travels around the world have been in service to my country.  Others have been in service to my family, but most have been in service to my heart. 

I graduated from Peach County, Georgia before joining the Army during Operation Desert Shield. I served with honor, pride and a whole lot of spent shell casings during my three-year hitch.  I attended college at Oklahoma State University and eventually received a BS in EET. 

                I’m pounding the keys in a little town just north of Tulsa, Oklahoma with my loving wife and our rambunctious son.  We are an active family, we spend our free time wakeboarding, hiking, practicing mixed martial arts, riding motorcycles and taking road trips.


A Writer's Journey

I answer the call
From my inner voice.
When the muse tickles my ear,
I have no choice,
But to put pen to paper, fingers to keys.

And so, the journey begins
With eyes so bright.
Innocence abounds
As my imagination takes flight.

The masterpiece takes shape
And my mind reaches for the stars.
I envision interviews with Leno
And my poetry read in bars.

The book is complete.
I hold it up with trembling hands.
The only thing left
Is for it to find its way to the fans.

I drop queries in the mail
And hope for the best.
My patience and resolve,
Will soon be put to the test.

Still the fantasy remains.
I will be the next big thing.
My fame will surpass
Anne Rice or even Stephen King.

Days, weeks, and months go by
Without so much as a word.
At last, I receive a letter
Address, written in my hand.
It is addressed to dear author
And they're not buying.

Well, what do they know?
Perhaps an agent is what I need.
I answer an ad in a magazine.
They like my work and for a small fee,
I will be published in no time,
Just you wait and see.

They had the speed,
I will give them that.
I had a dozen rejections,
In no time flat.

Don't let it get you down kid,
You've written a best seller.
We just have to find it a home,
Get it in front of the right feller.

Just send me more money
And we will be on our way.
I have a question or two
Before we proceed.
I've read through your list of publishers,
And I have to say,
You, sir, are a hack, a swindler, and a cheat.
If I had more than P.O. Box
With which to find you,
Your ass, I would beat.

My innocence has been replaced
With apprehension.
My sleep is still filled,
With the first timers dreams.
My words will be read
And hearts will be moved,
Emotions will be stirred.
With a single book,
I could change the world.
Someone, somewhere will read my words
And will be inspired to do great things.

I dream of a series of books,
crossing all genres.
I dream of books on tape
And book signings,
With throngs of people waiting
For a signature or at least a glimpse.
I dream of an adoring public
That falls so hard for my characters,
They become a household name.

All of this and more I dream.
No matter what happens,
I will always have my dreams.
My dreams are not goals,
They are fantasies and as such,
They will never be crushed.

I am a slave to the muse,
A whore for her voice.
I am a man that hears voices.
I argue with myself
And put it on paper.
I am a visionary,
A dreamer,
A fiend for the written word.

I am a writer.

 

   

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