Last week, the challenge was to build a character, offer them up as a prompt for this week. I offered up Nove, a Death Companion of sorts. This week, I run with a Specialist and spin some wordery on the order of 2000.

The challenge was to write from a personal place- why do I write. So the anecdote I chose was a memory that’s as clear to me now as if it happened yesterday, when the reality is it was decades ago. And that I found my way back to it despite being mired in…a lot.

I had a hard time shutting up about Diandra, but it’s good to revisit a breakdown. I’m still happily surprised with how much this story has stuck with me. It’s always going to have a sentimental spot in muh wee scrunched half Scot heart.