Diary of a Mad Editor

There is only one good reason to enroll in a graduate writing program. There are a bunch of bad reasons for enrolling in one. If you want to join the academic writing community and teaching creative writing, that’s a pretty good reason to become a creative writing student.  If you want to learn to write, that’s pretty bad reason.

You may think I’m crazy, because the all the enticing literature coming out of Creative writing schools promise that you will be taught certain writerly disciplines that will ultimately make you into a seasoned professional writer.

What actually happens is that you sit around reading the writing of fellow classmates while they read your writing, then you all sit around class critiquing said writing. You will very seldom gain any real insight into your flaws as a writer. In fact, looking to your peers for help is akin to a woman asking on twitter what kind of boyfriend gift to buy. Once you weed out the critics who will never say anything negative about your writing and the ones who never say anything positive, you are left with the guy who’s obsessed with symbolism and the retired school teacher grammar nazi who frets over your spelling or a typo you didn’t catch. Then there is the guy who preferred that you protagonist have a certain color hair or be a smoker or non-smoker or whatever the hell else. The rest of the class will strongly agree or disagree with another student without offering a single independent original thought to back up their reasoning. Ultimately, the prof will play referee and may or may not offer constructive criticism of their own.

What won’t happen is you learning how to write. At best, the professor can only teach you how they write. And your fellow students are just as blind and ignorant as you are. You will exist in that little bubble until you graduate. So unless you are planning to teach or your particularly close to an influential professor who can help you get a literary agent, you will be on your own.