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 is it?” Doyle said. The animal thrashed in his hands. It had long gray hair and a white face. Its pink tail whipped against his arms and made knots around his . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.