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.
A mosquito buzzes to and from, kept aloft by humid summer air, playing, not out for blood. It goes up, it goes down, it soars, it sinks, it goes from side to . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.