Writers are lunatics. We plant handfuls of seed at random, hoping it finds purchase in fertile soil. Then water, sun, love. And if all the efforts align, who knows what wilderness could grow.
Pretty, huh? Now ask an editor what they think.
Yeah. Writers grow mad gardens. Editors prune them into beauty. Wild is just too dangerous to unleash on the public. They like to walk on the trails, after all.
Broken Toad Publishing 
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