It's incumbent upon us, when we're through this shitstorm, not to forget who betrayed us at the first opportunity though.

I know I'm probably yelling at AI slop, I just take any excuse to post pictures of bin lids, one of the greatest contributions to lorry cafe culture ever made.

A bin lid is a specific kind of bread that is as big as its name. Big enough to fit a whole full English in.

The fact that the meme maker didn't know this makes everything else here suspect at best.

That is *not* a bin lid. A bin lid is *the size of a bin lid* and is a specific thing in itself.

I don't think they even *know* about Neil Gaiman

Maturity as a writer is realising that you can fix the problem of making sure a character death doesn't look like you're gratuitously fridging them by simply not gratuitously fridging the character in the first place.

It's looking like it'll be a good 60/70K when it's finished, which feels short for a novel, but it will be as long as it needs to be.

In early drafts it felt wrong to keep adding characters to a retelling but I've decided that even lone saga-heroes deserve friends too.