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.
The well ran dry. The faucet’s drip gave way to rust. The gullies turned sand from damp, and steep sun beams. Food went off the shelves. Shallow, shallower still. The land was . . . it goes on – however, this piece is for writers.