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.
What time was it? Mandy awoke massively careening into the top sheet, which tugged at Bennet and pressed him into the still tucked other side. It reminded her of making sushi. 3am. . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.