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.
To block out a blather behind, Mandy struck silent syllables. “Hor-ay-shee-oh Street.” It wasn’t the quiet car, but c’mon. “These people that go on like that during other people’s commutes have no . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.