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.
I knew exactly whom to expect as Quoyne summoned our visitor into the apartment. Indeed, it was a redheaded man in the gray uniform of a civil servant. His collar hung open . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.