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.
Twelve inches plopped downy on pine past dusk. The break in cloud cover was stark as the front moved east southeast. Blue stars peppered the new sky dominated by a fulgent moon . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.