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.
Ellen Stinson felt keenly that something might, at any moment, happen. So she stood at the far end of the party and waited. Behind her hung gold curtains with white fleur-de-lis on . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.