LJ Idol Week 0: Introduction
I can't believe I'm here again and I can't believe that I'm surprised, all at once.
I'm honestly unsure how many times I've participated in Idol, really--I want to say this is the 4th? The last time went very well, but every time has been a period of growth.
Writing is inherent to me. I become easily obsessed with anything that involves creating--music or visual, from my hands or from my heart. But writing is different. It's simply the way I breathe. It is the way I share and relate. It is also my greatest challenge, because it's the spot on my map that complacency targets over and over. Idol seems to be a wonderful tool for battling that complacency.
In Idol, you see writers who have found great success in their craft as well as those who are flexing fingers for the first time. Some lean into the political end of things and some never break character. I do not politic much, and I am not the greatest at selling myself in the Green Room, but I try. You will find me over here on the moon with a constant swirl of surreal moments illuminating my best truths, and all I can do is hope that you come along and enjoy yourself.
My name is not actually Sue (it's Kori), and if they didn't want us sniffing things, they shouldn't have have made them smell so good. I have finally decided that I'm allowed to call myself an artist, as I've sold Stuff I Made this year. Don't take that to heart, though; I only hold myself to ridiculous standards. I work as a mental health counselor, and my job means the world to me. You will undoubtedly find recurring themes of the moon and the sea, the human heart and all its glory, and vulgar language mixed with pretty smells. I am madly in love with my human (keep an eye out for N8; he's writing also this year) and my cat and tea. I like to smell rubber and cinnamon and grow herbs, but my thumb is mostly black. When I was small, I was positive that I was an alien, and I still hold onto that hope today. I am thirty-two years old, which makes me very uncomfortable because I despise even numbers. Next year will be great, though, because thirty-three is my favorite.
I look forward to writing with you all.
I'm honestly unsure how many times I've participated in Idol, really--I want to say this is the 4th? The last time went very well, but every time has been a period of growth.
Writing is inherent to me. I become easily obsessed with anything that involves creating--music or visual, from my hands or from my heart. But writing is different. It's simply the way I breathe. It is the way I share and relate. It is also my greatest challenge, because it's the spot on my map that complacency targets over and over. Idol seems to be a wonderful tool for battling that complacency.
In Idol, you see writers who have found great success in their craft as well as those who are flexing fingers for the first time. Some lean into the political end of things and some never break character. I do not politic much, and I am not the greatest at selling myself in the Green Room, but I try. You will find me over here on the moon with a constant swirl of surreal moments illuminating my best truths, and all I can do is hope that you come along and enjoy yourself.
My name is not actually Sue (it's Kori), and if they didn't want us sniffing things, they shouldn't have have made them smell so good. I have finally decided that I'm allowed to call myself an artist, as I've sold Stuff I Made this year. Don't take that to heart, though; I only hold myself to ridiculous standards. I work as a mental health counselor, and my job means the world to me. You will undoubtedly find recurring themes of the moon and the sea, the human heart and all its glory, and vulgar language mixed with pretty smells. I am madly in love with my human (keep an eye out for N8; he's writing also this year) and my cat and tea. I like to smell rubber and cinnamon and grow herbs, but my thumb is mostly black. When I was small, I was positive that I was an alien, and I still hold onto that hope today. I am thirty-two years old, which makes me very uncomfortable because I despise even numbers. Next year will be great, though, because thirty-three is my favorite.
I look forward to writing with you all.