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.
When Todd woke one morning from troubled dreams, he found himself utterly unaltered. He was on his back – which felt to him knotty and bound up like an old oak made . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.