In an impossible to refuse, mysteriously accented invitation, Sparks’s curved-up coiled-back “while” made the motioning shape of a beckoning finger – or maybe an uppercut follow-up in a one-two punch. Before which, . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.
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.
