Last year about this time, I graduated with a B.A. in Creative Writing. This past weekend, plenty of my writer friends walked across that same stage to grab their diplomas as well. Creative Writing MFA programs are flooded with applicants, and the recent trends predict that the number of undergrads majoring in creative writing will soar over the next ten years. I know plenty of people (who, graciously, I won’t name) shake their heads at this degree choice. They inevitably say the same things: So you’re going to be a teacher? OR, My coffee barista is a writer.
Yes, I’m sure she is. And there’s a brilliant reason why writers are baristas, and once you hear my philosophy, you’ll never look at a creative writing degree the same.