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.
The clouds moved through the sky. The man sat watching from his kitchen table. From time to time he lifted a cup of coffee to his mouth and sipped. Siiiip. He’d been . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.