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.
I had a shoe on my hand, and I was polishing it. The shoe was brown. No, it was black. It was blue. My fiancée’s father was missing a tooth, a canine. . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.