Hey everyone,
I don’t really know why I’m posting this—maybe I’m looking for advice, maybe I just need to get it off my chest. Either way, here’s my situation.
I’m from a third-world country and about to finish my accounting degree in one more semester. But recently, after years of struggling, I finally found success writing web novels. Thanks to my readers and their support on Patreon, I now have enough money to enroll in a Creative Writing course at a respected university.
In my country, that’s a big deal—both the university’s reputation and the cost. Creative Writing isn’t widely valued here, to the point where my high school even dissolved the program and merged it with other arts to the point it was forgotten. Choosing CW over other arts or degree feels like a reckless, even insane, choice for someone from a low-income background. But writing is the only thing that has ever truly clicked for me.
I was a part of a special program in journalism during junior high, took the STEM track in senior high, and went into accounting in college—all practical choices, none of which I ever loved. Meanwhile, my family has struggled with poverty, and I know I’ve added to their burden. My dad is an accountant, and every time I see him, I feel guilty for not wanting to follow the path he took. I’ve been slacking on my internship and delaying enrollment, not out of laziness, but because I don’t want to spend my life in an office doing something I hate. It was wrong and I hated myself for it.
And then it hit me—why not use the money I earned from writing to study Creative Writing? It felt like an impossible dream, but now, for the first time, it’s within reach. The problem? Tuition is so expensive that my Patreon earnings would be drained quickly.
So now I’m stuck between two choices:
Take a leap of faith into Creative Writing, knowing it’s financially and all kinds of risky but something I actually love.
Let go of Creative Writing, knowing it was practical and would allow me and my family an easier and more tolerable lifestyle.
So, if I don’t pursue Creative Writing, I’d probably have a stable income, maybe even build up savings even as a full-time writer without a degree. Logically, that seems like the smart thing to do. But something inside me keeps pushing for Creative Writing—maybe it’s my ego wanting to prove something, to show that I didn’t just stumble into webnovel success but actually earned a degree in it. Imagine a future reunion where I don’t just say, "Hey, I’m a webnovelist, and I make this much money," but instead, "I graduated from this university, I have a Master’s in Creative Writing."
There’s also the undeniable value of what I’d gain—actual skills, guidance from professors, and strong connections. The universities I have in mind supposedly have those, though I don’t have firsthand proof. Still, it feels like a real opportunity, not just a dream.
On the flip side, if I don’t go for CW, I could use my money to help my family. I’m the eldest sibling, and that responsibility weighs on me. Paying bills, supporting my parents and siblings—it’s not just a duty, but something I want to do. Of course, my parents insisted I didn’t have to think about those things, but it was inevitable that I would think about those things.
So, what’s my issue? I just feel... complicated.
My parents want me to become a CPA, but deep down, I know I can’t. I lack the practice, the mindset, and honestly, the passion. Every time I should have been solving practice problems, I was writing webnovels instead. It was my rebellion, my escape, my real passion.
I still remember the day I graduated high school, whining to my dad that I didn’t want to go to college, that he should just support me while I wrote novels because I was confident I could out-earn his salary. I was naive, stupid, and reckless. He told me as much. And he was right. How dare me? I didn’t even think what my dad would have felt after hearing something like that and how now I’ve actually achieved it. Even to this day, I felt regret over saying such things I just complied with what my parents wished and the practicality of it all. But that voice in the back of my mind—the one that wanted to take the leap—never went away.
Now, years later, the opportunity to study Creative Writing is actually in front of me. My dad respects my choices, but I know he still secretly hopes I’ll take the CPA exam and fulfill part of his dream. And I love him, but I also know I was never meant to be an accountant.
So that’s my story. I guess I just wanted to share this after my overly enthusiastic walk to school, realizing that my Dean of Accounting has been ignoring my emails (which, knowing me, I’m probably blaming myself for). It was depressing.
Maybe I just wanted advice. Maybe I just wanted to hear if anyone else has faced something similar.
Either way, thanks for reading my little saga of how I (almost?) became a writer.
I don’t really know why I’m posting this—maybe I’m looking for advice, maybe I just need to get it off my chest. Either way, here’s my situation.
I’m from a third-world country and about to finish my accounting degree in one more semester. But recently, after years of struggling, I finally found success writing web novels. Thanks to my readers and their support on Patreon, I now have enough money to enroll in a Creative Writing course at a respected university.
In my country, that’s a big deal—both the university’s reputation and the cost. Creative Writing isn’t widely valued here, to the point where my high school even dissolved the program and merged it with other arts to the point it was forgotten. Choosing CW over other arts or degree feels like a reckless, even insane, choice for someone from a low-income background. But writing is the only thing that has ever truly clicked for me.
I was a part of a special program in journalism during junior high, took the STEM track in senior high, and went into accounting in college—all practical choices, none of which I ever loved. Meanwhile, my family has struggled with poverty, and I know I’ve added to their burden. My dad is an accountant, and every time I see him, I feel guilty for not wanting to follow the path he took. I’ve been slacking on my internship and delaying enrollment, not out of laziness, but because I don’t want to spend my life in an office doing something I hate. It was wrong and I hated myself for it.
And then it hit me—why not use the money I earned from writing to study Creative Writing? It felt like an impossible dream, but now, for the first time, it’s within reach. The problem? Tuition is so expensive that my Patreon earnings would be drained quickly.
So now I’m stuck between two choices:
Take a leap of faith into Creative Writing, knowing it’s financially and all kinds of risky but something I actually love.
Let go of Creative Writing, knowing it was practical and would allow me and my family an easier and more tolerable lifestyle.
So, if I don’t pursue Creative Writing, I’d probably have a stable income, maybe even build up savings even as a full-time writer without a degree. Logically, that seems like the smart thing to do. But something inside me keeps pushing for Creative Writing—maybe it’s my ego wanting to prove something, to show that I didn’t just stumble into webnovel success but actually earned a degree in it. Imagine a future reunion where I don’t just say, "Hey, I’m a webnovelist, and I make this much money," but instead, "I graduated from this university, I have a Master’s in Creative Writing."
There’s also the undeniable value of what I’d gain—actual skills, guidance from professors, and strong connections. The universities I have in mind supposedly have those, though I don’t have firsthand proof. Still, it feels like a real opportunity, not just a dream.
On the flip side, if I don’t go for CW, I could use my money to help my family. I’m the eldest sibling, and that responsibility weighs on me. Paying bills, supporting my parents and siblings—it’s not just a duty, but something I want to do. Of course, my parents insisted I didn’t have to think about those things, but it was inevitable that I would think about those things.
So, what’s my issue? I just feel... complicated.
My parents want me to become a CPA, but deep down, I know I can’t. I lack the practice, the mindset, and honestly, the passion. Every time I should have been solving practice problems, I was writing webnovels instead. It was my rebellion, my escape, my real passion.
I still remember the day I graduated high school, whining to my dad that I didn’t want to go to college, that he should just support me while I wrote novels because I was confident I could out-earn his salary. I was naive, stupid, and reckless. He told me as much. And he was right. How dare me? I didn’t even think what my dad would have felt after hearing something like that and how now I’ve actually achieved it. Even to this day, I felt regret over saying such things I just complied with what my parents wished and the practicality of it all. But that voice in the back of my mind—the one that wanted to take the leap—never went away.
Now, years later, the opportunity to study Creative Writing is actually in front of me. My dad respects my choices, but I know he still secretly hopes I’ll take the CPA exam and fulfill part of his dream. And I love him, but I also know I was never meant to be an accountant.
So that’s my story. I guess I just wanted to share this after my overly enthusiastic walk to school, realizing that my Dean of Accounting has been ignoring my emails (which, knowing me, I’m probably blaming myself for). It was depressing.
Maybe I just wanted advice. Maybe I just wanted to hear if anyone else has faced something similar.
Either way, thanks for reading my little saga of how I (almost?) became a writer.