I finally heard back from the decision committee about my short story competition entry. I entered it February with high hopes and excitement. For months, I remained hopeful. The committee got more entries than they had expected, and kept everyone updated through their blog.
Now I have my answer. I lost. It sucked. It would have been nice to have the prize money, and great to get recognition. However, it was not as bad as I thought it’d be. I briefly wondered how much I lost by, and if it would be better to know. I decided I’m happy I don’t know. I thought I’d feel sad or defeated. Instead, I shrugged it off after a day. It was not meant to be. The worst part is telling other people. Being a “loser” is not as bad as the insult implies.
It’s like being a Chopped contestant. When you’re in it, it’s intense. You want it. After you lose, it doesn’t feel intense anymore. The dream doesn’t change. It’s time for the next project!
Also, I still have my story, and I like it. Maybe I’ll make another short story collection :).