As if it were that easy.
You can’t be a
writer—you either are one or you aren’t. It isn’t some career decision with a
cut-and-dry path to success like being a lawyer or a doctor. There’s no exam
you take that officially qualifies you to have a job in the field. No fancy
degrees in writing can be earned and hung on the wall as signifiers of your
qualification.
“Oh, you went to Harvard? How nice for you. Now prove to me
that you know anything. Do you have a blog? Well, that doesn’t make you special.
Wait, don’t blog about me.”
As I’ve begun the hunt for internships, I’ve noticed that
recruiters don’t really care about anything except writing samples. Now, this
is unfortunate for me because I don’t really have “writing samples.”
But I promise, editors, I’m a decent writer. Won’t you just
take my well-constructed, grammatically correct plea as evidence?
“No.”
I’m beginning to think that I may have wasted my first two
years in college with menial internships where I didn’t get to really explore
my true passion. I regret to think that I took the easy way out.
