Hi, guys!
So the first stage is over, and now I'm 100% sure it ended badly. I still have a glimmer of hope, but it's too small. It looks like I'll have to somehow try to move forward on my own, because pitching from my literary school is unlikely to yield any results. They didn't ask me a single question; I don't think they even listened to me. Most likely, there won't be any requests for my manuscript. Yesterday, I almost died from the pain I felt when it all ended.
Today, I have a manicure appointment, and I have to go anyway. And tomorrow is graduation, and I'd better not miss that either, even though I have no desire to show up. I can't believe I worked for a year, poured my heart and soul into what I was doing, and still got no results. It's incredibly demotivating, and I don't know how to move forward now. It's so painful, it's driving me crazy.
I want to keep working on my story, but now that it's been simply discarded, without even being properly listened to, I don't know what to do. Is it really that bad? Why did they listen to others, but not me? I'm burning with resentment.
I hope it will get easier with time and I can get back to writing. But right now, I don't know what to do.
Have a great day, everyone!
