The world of ideas to choose from, and they freeze.
Then again, maybe it shouldn't. After all, there are a lot of folks who come to Idol in search of a regular schedule and a structure for their work, and to suddenly have that ripped away can be jarring.
Fortunately, I knew just the person to ask to stop in to be a Guest Mentor. Someone with a history of marching to that drummer somewhere off in the distance who may or may not actually own a drum.
Unfortunately, she was busy competing.
And then - she wasn't.
The universe gave me an opening, and I took it.
Please welcome your Guest Mentor for the week - intrepia!!
Hi everyone! This weekend, I emailed Gary to tell him I was bowing out of LJ Idol.
"Terrific!" he said. "I was just looking for a mentor for this week!"
So you see, he really is as evil as all the rumors say (*feeds Gary a cookie through the slats of the locked wooden crate in the corner of the room*). And since I still haven't learned how to say "no" to him (*mutters something about that gatekeeper round two seasons ago*), here I am, already back again.
I'm Connie, by the way. I'm here to bring you all sorts of wisdom from the three seasons of this thing I have under my belt. For example, you CAN write poetry in the top ten, but you can't write Harry Potter fanfiction. At least, if you're me.
Who knows what you can do if you're you?
That's one of the things I admire in Idol. People are able to take this experience and make it their own, to use it as an instrument for their own writerly growth.
For me, part of it has been an exercise in taking my background in poetry and suffusing it into my prose. The parts of writing that particularly interest me are the ways to make art from words. I like to focus on interesting usages, juxtapositions, musicality, and spareness. I think a lot about making sure that every word in a sentence -- or a stanza -- carries its weight.
Anyway, like the other mentors before me, I'm here, humbly, to field your questions, discuss ideas with you, and give you feedback. I am here to help you, as Nabokov exhorts us, to "caress the details."