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.
An asteroid was going by. Or it had already passed? It was skinny, like an icepick, a toothpick. Something to jab at a giant head or big ice with. Justicia was telling . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.