There's a lot of stuff growing in The Land, but you've got to be a writer to see it all. We push a selection out to a superfeed for public viewership. The rest — along with replies and revisions — is workshop material.
“My fine friend,” said Thamesmark Quoyne as he and I sat astride the fire in his lodgings on Candlestick Row, “life is like heavy cannon fire heaved from combat artillery during a . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.