All Broken Up

This past weekend I learned about kintsugi, the ancient Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold tinted resin. Right then I had a deep-person moment. Like, Gandhi deep.

I am the bowl.

I have cracks – many from writing-related rejections. Rejections have shredded my confidence, confirmed my worst fears, and sent me spiraling down into three-day Nutella binges*. And you know what? I am better for them. My drafts are cleaner, my characters are richer, and my heart is stronger. So march on baby writers. Be the bowl.








(* I actually don't mind the Nutella part)