When I was asked to become a diviner, I had no idea what that meant. There was no context for it in my world. Could I even do it? Would there be anything to say? Who would come for divination? As if I wasn’t weird enough already, I would now have to wear a hat, sit on a short stool, and hold a stick for and in front of OTHERS! All my years of carefully crafted hiding out in a room of my own as a writer were about to end. It was terrifying.