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.
There remain plenty of questions regarding the transcription of the following text, reportedly copied from a regularly sized piece of paper found crumpled and wedged between stained seat cushions of the Indianapolis . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.