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.
My daughter and her husband have been here with me, staying with me. I hid under their bed. I made quince cakes for her husband because that is his favorite. I despise . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.