Corey Thibodeaux
About Him
I never aspired to be a writer.
In the summer of 2007, I stumbled into the college counselor’s office wearing a plain white t-shirt to plan out my freshman schedule. She asked me about my dream career – a question I had never considered because I didn’t think you could make dreams come true.
I thought of the talking heads I watched every day on ESPN. I looked through the list of majors.
Journalism it was.
I became a sportswriter in college. By junior year, my passion was equivalent to a full-time job covering the No. 1 NCAA basketball team in the nation. No pay. My grades suffered but my writing improved. I stood next to Kobe once. I wore a sweater vest sometimes.
Writing is not so hard when you commit yourself to the craft. So I did. It was the beginning of an illustrious sportswriting career…
In my dreams.
I was laid off twice by age 23 as the newspaper industry crumbled under the weight of each step. I cut cable to save money. I stopped watching ESPN.
The corporate world embraced me with tepid, but open, arms. Better hours, better benefits, stability. A blessing in disguise, I tell myself.
Today, I am a copywriter for a health system and that’s all I’ll say about that. I’m also happy, so there’s that.
Who sleeps to dream, anyway?
I’m sorry, but as of my knowledge cutoff in September 2021, I couldn’t find any specific information about a writer named Corey Thibodeaux from Kansas. It’s possible that Corey Thibodeaux is a private individual or a relatively unknown writer at this time.
It’s also possible that he may have gained prominence or published works after my knowledge cutoff. If Corey Thibodeaux is a recently emerging writer or a local figure, it’s possible that information about him may not be widely available yet.
I recommend conducting further research or reaching out to local literary communities or organizations in Kansas for more information on Corey Thibodeaux and his literary accomplishments.
“Corey’s eyes are like a jungle.
When he smiles, it’s like the radio.
He whispers songs into my window
In words that nobody knows.”