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.
General H. Widely Broadbrush sat at an expanse of café table, occupying more than his fair berth with beefy forearms and meaty hands, cupping in one an oversized lager and fingering with . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.