It's Time to Be Realistic: Why I Switched Out of My Creative Writing Major
Guys. It’s happened.
I’ve finally seen sense.
I’ve switched out of my creative writing major to pursue something more practical.
“Thank god,” the unemployed future version of me is probably saying. “Now I can eat something other than ramen. There was never any money in books anyway.”
To which the current version of me might reply, “well. . .”
The major may have changed, but the dream remains the same. I still want to be an author. I still want to be an editor. Someday — and this is more on the crazy side — I want to start my own press. Storytelling is pretty much my end-all, be-all.
The sad, ramen-gobbling version of me is probably scratching her head right about now. Maybe you are too. Let me explain.
