I'm a writer at heart. I wrote short stories in elementary school. I devoured books in middle school. Started writing novels in high school. Worked on the school newspaper in college. Wrote a blog on depression. Planned, outlined, or wrote first drafts for eight novels after that. And now that I'm a mom of a high needs baby (which means I have to hold her for every nap), I'm once again tearing through books. I'm almost at once eBook a day.

I have an associate's degree in graphic design, but I could never get a job. Everyone requires a bachelor's and there were no good graphic design universities near me. In the ten years since I graduated, I lost interest in it.

So now I'm in an awesome position to where I can do whatever I want. I'm 30, unemployed, and living with my parents. My mom is 100% on board with me not working right away and going back to school while I can.

And I want to go for English. There's so many things I could do with it. I'd be happy editing, publishing, writing, etc. But I know how competitive the market is. I know it's dying. I know that if I want to work at a big publishing company, I'd have to move.

So the risk of getting another useless degree is incredibly high. But there's nothing else I want to do. Words are my life. Books and writing are my life. I can't imagine following a different path.

But fear is crippling me. And I don't know if it's worth the effort. Advice?

Source: reddit post


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