Poor sweet Maria Anna. She thought she’d love Balthasar. She looked forward to their union right up until the day he died. And then there was Philip. She didn’t care for Philip, . . . 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.
