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.
Rob West was in Glover. He was in his house. It was night, but he didn’t have any kerosene lamps lit because a half moon outside was enough. He was peeling a . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.