Once upon a time, I was in my early twenties.

I don’t know about you, but my early twenties were rough. It’s a period where not only you don’t have your life together, but everyone around doesn’t either. So everyone is stumbling around in the dark, trying to figure out how to get a job or a spouse or just a good lamp for their tiny studio apartment. 

My best friend and I went into a small shop in Dupont Circle, after telling reverse fairytales where men turn into frogs instead of princes, and that’s when we saw it: a luck pig. 

I could use all the luck I could get.

I remember holding the tiny pig in my hands, believing this would solve all my problems. That luck would finally come my way.

And you know what? It did.

As we stood waiting for the metro, my friend told me she loved me and that we were each other’s rocks.

And in a time of my life where the world was shifting under my feet, I felt like I was on steady ground because we had each other.

Later, she bought me a huge version of the pig for my birthday, and it continued to work its magic.

I married my husband. I started this business. I bought this house where the luck pig resided on my nightstand.

Then, one day, in the middle of the night, I accidentally knocked the pig over with my arm, and it fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

I wept so hard over this pig, worried my luck was over. I threw the pieces into the trash, giving up hope.

The next morning, when I woke up, my big was magically back on the nightstand in one piece.

My husband had taken the pig and put it back together, accomplishing something that all the king’s horses and all the king’s men could not do with Humpty Dumpty.

You couldn’t even see a crack.

It wasn’t luck. It was a lot of faith and love.

What does this have to do with writing?

As an editor, my clients come to me with what they think is broken drafts. All they can see is how the pieces aren’t fitting together, and they worried there is no saving it. They think all hope and luck is gone.

As an editor, I’ve sat down and helped them piece it back together so no cracks are showing.

It isn’t luck. It’s a lot of faith and love.

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