Goofball Files

There’s a compulsion for writers… And only writers know about this compulsion. I shouldn’t even be making this secret public, but I feel it is my duty to issue a warning… The compulsion is…giving our characters a habit or action that we’ve seen othe

Okay, picture this. I’m driving along and that song comes on. You know the one where Jerry Maguire (Tom Cruise) is driving home from signing this big client and he’s dancing in his seat, and he starts singing, “And I’m freeeeeeee! Freeee fallllliin’!̶

It hovers around writers like a shadow. No matter what stage of your career you are in, it’s always there. Sometimes growing, sometimes not…but always pulsing, living, waiting… I’m talking about Writer Doubt. [Mu-ha-ha-hahahahahahaaaa] I’m going to be cha

So my Wednesday post was invaded by spammers! Oh my gosh, I had 6 spam posts, and if I hadn’t checked in in the evening I probably would have had a ton more by the morning. I mean, this is crazy. I don’t even know how this is done or how they find a person’s blog, or

I am a serious people watcher. Okay, so I’m not a gawker or a stalker, more of an observer of people and their actions. And maybe that’s why I love reality shows about ordinary people who star on sitcoms such as The Real World, Big Brother, The Average Joes, The Cut and Su

Filed under: Goofball Files *** Janet Mitchell gazed at the hours, minutes, and seconds, counting down to deadline on the computer screen. “You think she’ll pull it off?” Darryl Finnegan, fellow WWRO member, asked. Janet pursed her lips. “Hard to say. I’m

I’m writing. I’m revising. I’m in the dark moment of my heroine. Me, heroine, connecting. The bothersome telephone rings with the second blasted telemarketer today. Grrr. But this guy’s good. Oh, he’s so good, he should write a book on telemarketing. R

Help! Help! You’ve heard of clueless? I’m blogless! I have nothing interesting to say, I have no gossip to spread, or opinions to rant, because I am in book, swallowed by book. Me + book = going steady. Every spare minute of the day, is bookfest. I get a phone call? Back o

Filed under: Goofball Rebel Files Do-do-do-do-do-do. [Twilight Zone theme song going on, in case you're wondering.] Janet Mitchell walked in nice and slow into the WWRO–World Writer Rights Org–interrogation room, pulled out the metal chair, and sat ramrod straight, folding

NOTE: Extensive research was done to compile the signs below. There is no evidence–whatsoever–these characteristics are part of my life and I’m sticking to this statement. Thank you very much, please read on. Signs of a disorganized writer… -Once in a while you