Chipping Away at New Year’s Resolutions

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Well, rest in peace January. We had a good run, but now it’s over. Time to abandon your New Year’s Resolutions, everyone, and go back to the bad habits.

What exactly were my New Year’s Resolutions again? Hopefully not ‘Improve your memory’, because in that case I’ve definitely failed.

In actual fact, my resolution this year was basically just ‘2016 and then some’ (I originally wrote ‘2016+1’, but realised that’s just 2017, which I technically what everyone will be doing). I don’t mean ‘kill beloved celebrities’, though. Last year I took a leap towards unlearning my habit of thinking that progress can only be made in big steps.

I spent a lot of time thinking that I wasn’t getting very far on the second Laslo Kane book. Partly because I managed to get my dates confused and was therefore under the impression Fallen on Good Times came out around five years ago. It’s more like half that. Taking around three years to write another book isn’t bad, in my opinion (assuming, that is, I get it finished this year). Even full time professional authors usually have a couple of years between books. Considering all my other commitments and time drains, I’m doing pretty well.

The bigger issue was that I often didn’t make any progress because the task seemed so big that I couldn’t see the point in writing 100 words or so; in my mind each session should have been a few thousand or it wasn’t worth bothering to switch the computer on. But when you have a baby who could wake up at any second, you can’t guarantee that you’ll have a couple of hours of writing time. Thus, little got done.

At the beginning of last year – downtrodden by the misapprehension that it had been four or so years since Fallen on Good Times had been published – I decided I needed a change of attitude. And so I vowed to do whatever, whenever. I forced myself to view even a single extra sentence as progress. On occasions I wrote just 100 words before closing the document; on others I wrote several thousand.

It worked. On New Year’s Day 2016 I already had around 30,000 words of book II written. By New Year’s Day 2017, the word count had risen to 110,000. I wrote 80,000 words last year, all while learning to value every word typed as a little victory. Fallen on Good Times is just over 65,000 words; so just in terms of word count I wrote more than another book.

It just goes to show that making glacial progress is much more effective than making no progress. I was genuinely surprised last year when I realised just how much I had managed to write.

So my resolution for this year is simply to take that attitude and try and keep at it. I’ve had lots of dormant projects lying in wait for me to have the time to pay them attention. I don’t think I’ll ever have ‘the time’, but from the outside I didn’t really have the time to write 80,000 words last year. I still did.

2017 will be another year of chipping away. Even if I end the year only having added a hundred words or so to each of my other projects (or the equivalent of a hundred words if it’s not a writing project), that’s still an achievement.

Then again, January’s over now. Who keeps their New Year’s resolutions past January? February is the month of ‘Drink a Pint of Cigarettes While Eating Pizza in Your Old Job’.

Good luck, everyone.

Introducing the Captain Reasonable Vlog

Great news: you can now watch me. I don’t mean all the time, and certainly not from behind some wheelie bins, or through my office window. But you can now have the next best thing to me telling you my thoughts in person, because I’ve started vlogging.

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I’ve been wanting to vlog for a long time now, but something always got in the way. The videos I’ll be producing and uploading will mostly be the kind of material I would have performed as stand-up comedy were there more opportunities where I live to do so.

Instead, I just have to imagine (or, more accurately, hope) that there is laughter. The supportive kind, that is. Not the kind of laugh you do after you see someone fall over on a skateboard.

Meet Captain Reasonable; the World’s Most Affable Superhero

Captain Reasonable is my vlogging alter ego (my dictation software initially thought I’d said ‘flogging’ – that’d be a very different video series). If you’ve read a few of my posts on here, you’re probably already able to understand the inspiration behind him. I spend a lot of time considering how other people will react to what I say and write, which isn’t really my job. People can make up their own minds without me chipping in.

The Captain Reasonable vlog starts with Episode Two. Why? Well, you’ll just have to watch the video below to find out.

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The other type of video I will be regularly posting will be as part of a series entitled Captain Reasonable’s Journal. These are essentially podcasts, or narrated newspaper columns, with added snazzy visuals. I’m putting together lots of footage and effects, so while they will follow the same format, each one will be just as interesting to look at as it is to listen to.

They are only a couple of minutes long each, so do give them a watch. You can find the first one below.

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I Never Thought I’d Be This Happy to Get Rejected

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Aspiring novelists must have issues. Getting published is a process which involves being rejected so much you could probably put it on your CV as a part-time role. In order to be an aspiring novelist, you have to have a very thick skin, or at least the ability to keep your crying on the inside when you’re at a party and someone asks: ‘So, how’s the writing going?’

Like any wannabe famous published author, I’ve had my fair share of rejections. If anything, I haven’t had nearly as many as I should have, because I’ve been busy; because I’ve been afraid; because I didn’t think I was good enough to even bother sending it out; because I spilled jam on the keyboard – the list goes on.

I did, however, rather recently get rejected again. And, surprisingly, I’m now going to tell you why that’s made me very happy. All right, I admit, I’m actually going to brag a little bit. But I need to tell as many people as possible, so it is either blog about it, or stand out in the street with a megaphone and accost people trying to buy shoes, and mobile phones, and cabbages, and bits of string, et cetera.

It all began just under a year ago (cue wistful, memory inducing harp music). The fantasy and science fiction publisher HodderScape held an ‘open submissions’. Basically these days if you want to submit your manuscript to a publisher, you have to go through an agent. Getting an agent involves pretty much the same process as you used to have to go through to get a publisher, which means your book now has to do it all twice, and the odds of success are probably considerably lessened. Open submissions are when a publisher invites people who don’t have an agent to submit their manuscripts.

Considering how hard it is to get an agent, an opportunity like this is golden for aspiring writers. It’s the kind of thing a lot of people would jump at the chance to have. In fact, a lot of people did. That’s important to remember.


I submitted a couple of things. One of them was a book I’ve been working on pretty much since childhood, which keeps accidentally evolving and getting more complicated (although not a boring, overworked kind of way) and so was never actually finished. I got the first three chapters all nice and polished – for what felt like the 15th or so iteration – wrote a synopsis for the novel, which is painful by the way, and sent it off along with a covering letter.

Incidentally, I also submitted Fallen on Good Times, just because I could. That one didn’t get very far, but that doesn’t really matter. It’s already published, after all.

Shortly after this – five days in fact – my son was born. This somewhat altered the paradigms of my life, and I forgot about such trivial things as hopes and dreams. Over the next 10 or so months my focus became one of eagerly anticipating and celebrating the micro things in life: Logan opening his eyes; my wife allowing me to get Logan a Batman onesie; Logan saying ‘Guuuuu’. I didn’t have time for my future; his was all that mattered. And it was happening a lot faster than mine.

It did occur to me once or twice to wonder what happened to my other book. It hadn’t been explicitly rejected, but publishers and agents are a bit like jobs – you’re very unlikely to hear back if you don’t get one. I assumed that the book had been read and passed over not long after Fallen on Good Times, and that HodderScape were simply too busy to get in touch and let me know.

I was wrong.


So fast forward, or rewind depending upon whether you are still living in my narrative past or your actual present, to last Thursday. Walking home from work I checked my emails on my phone and found one from a certain large fantasy/science fiction publisher. It was largely a form rejection, but there were a couple of interesting pieces of information, namely the fact that 1,500 manuscripts were submitted, under this paragraph:

‘We are aware that you submitted your novel to us quite some time ago. Multiple members of the team read and discussed your manuscript before we came to a decision, and we were all very impressed with it, which is why it has been a while since you last heard from us.’

I’ll come back to the number of manuscripts in a minute, because there is something very cool about that which I want to tell you. But I didn’t find out the really cool thing until later that evening. The information in the paragraph above is cool enough, though.

When a book is submitted to a publisher it is usually assessed by the aptly named ‘reader’. This is a person whose job it is to wade through the hundreds upon hundreds of manuscripts from aspiring authors and to sift out those of some merit. The huge majority of submissions to a publisher or agent fall at this first hurdle. If the reader finds a manuscript that they think has promise then it gets passed higher.

So the fact that this email from Hodder told me that my opening chapters had been read by several people in the team was incredibly heartening. This meant those chapters hadn’t just impressed one person: they had impressed several. While they were eventually rejected, doing so was a tough decision. This was not a case that one person picked up my opening chapters, read the first few lines and went ‘Well this is terrible’, before shredding the pages, setting fire to the shredded debris, burying the burning embers under three feet of concrete, and then blowing up the concrete. They were ‘very impressed’, and my opening chapters must have shown a lot of promise.

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But now let’s get onto the really cool thing. The really heartening thing. You see, about this time I was scrolling through my Facebook feed I saw a status from a previous university lecturer of mine – the insanely prolific creator of National Flash Fiction Day, Calum Kerr – saying how excited he was that the book he had submitted to a publisher who had an open call for submissions had made it into the top 25. It was the fact he said that the publisher had been assessing 1,500 manuscripts that piqued my interest.

Could this have been the same publisher, HodderScape? But as soon as I wondered this I was confused. His status had been posted a couple of days before I received my rejection. So if he knew that his book had made it into the top 25, and he knew that before I was rejected, what did that mean for me? Sure enough, I got in touch and discovered that it was the same publisher. Not only this, but I found out that he only knew his book had made it into the top 25 because Hodder had been commenting on a recent blog post they wrote to keep everybody up to date on how they were progressing through the huge pile of submissions. And at just after midday, on 5th July, they commented to let everybody know that:

‘We’ve got about 25 manuscripts left to make decisions on, which means we have contacted slightly more than 98% of everyone who submitted to us.’

That was two days before I received my rejection. Which means that out of 1,500 (yes, 1,499 once you take Fallen on Good Times into account, but I’m sure they rounded the figure, and so will I) my opening chapters made it into the top 25. My chapters, my synopsis, my idea, survived the process where 1,475 others did not. My work made it into the top 1.67%.

I said at the beginning that getting rejected is a big part of being a writer. Well, so is self-doubt. I have plenty of comments, compliments, and indications that I am a good writer. It should be enough to have an unshakeable faith in my ability, but it’s not. I still fear, in my darkest moments, that I’ll never make it all of the way.

Developments like this remind me why I keep going. They remind me why I’ve always had the determination to keep on working. Being in the top 25 of most things is good (unless you’re in a ‘Best Door In An Advent Calendar’ competition, or ‘Best Episode In A Season Of 24’ countdown). Yes, I got rejected because there were better books. There are always better books.

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One of the problems with being a writer is the uncertainty. I have plenty of rejections that comprise of nothing more than a couple of polite sentences on a sheet of A4 paper. Agents and publishers are usually too busy to provide personalised feedback. Which means you usually never know how your work really fared.

They might have thought it was the worst thing they had ever read; they might have thought it was great, but just needed one more rewrite. There is a huge spectrum spanning failure and success upon which your work could fall at any point, yet the average rejection letter gives you no indication whatsoever as to your bearing. It can be excruciating.

On the other hand, you could be holding something brilliant, but only failed due to the personality, tastes, or idiosyncrasies of that particular reader for that particular publisher. The next one on your list could be the one who absolutely loves it. We all know the stories of the famous authors who got rejected multiple times. But at the same time, the words on the page could be all wrong, the characters could be weak, the plot could be boring. You could be wasting your time, and opportunities, by sending out dirge.

Which is what makes this rejection so special. It’s why I’m so happy to have been rejected. Because this rejection tells me something that rejections usually don’t. It might seem oxymoronic, but this rejection has told me I’m good. I nearly got all the way to the end (although, in this case the end is actually technically the beginning: having the opportunity to submit the full manuscript to the editor for assessing).

So now I know that those opening chapters are solid. They did get rejected, so maybe they need a few tweaks here and there. Maybe a key essence of the character was missing, perhaps the world wasn’t quite as developed as it needed to be. Maybe the sentence structure exhibited some repeat issues. But overall it’s got a lot of promise. I know that I can send those opening chapters out to other agents and publishers, knowing that they are good enough to get far. They might not have quite worked for Hodder, but they might work perfectly for someone else.

Oh, and there’s also the small issue of the fact that, because Logan was born pretty much as soon as these chapters were submitted, I never actually had time to rework the rest of the book in-line with this new opening. So, to be honest, if they’d accepted them and asked for the full manuscript, the next few weeks of my life would have been frantic, frenzied, and frenetic.

I mean I do have a book to be writing – the follow-up to Fallen on Good Times isn’t going to produce itself. But finishing the second book is going to be somewhat easier now. I’m still level-headed, I’m still objective, I’m still well aware of my flaws, but thanks to the events of last week, I can sit back in my chair and get to work on book 2 knowing that every sentence I dictate is coming out of the mind of an author who, if he works hard, has a tangible – if remote – chance of getting all the way.

Fallen On Good Times Isn’t Selling: Here’s Why I’m OK With That

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If you’ve been here before you might know that almost three years ago I released my first ever novel, Fallen on Good Times. The story, a comic paranormal noir set in 1920s America, follows soft-boiled detective Laslo Kane as he gets embroiled deeper and deeper into a strange case of blackmail while desperately trying to escape his chosen career path.

I had big plans for it. Unsurprisingly they’ve all fallen flat.

It does, on many levels, pain me to say that Fallen on Good Times hasn’t sold many copies. Obviously three years later I’d rather be sitting here celebrating a sales milestone, perhaps the 1000 copies mark, or the 5000, or the 10,000. I can’t tell you how many it has actually sold, because I honestly don’t know. I haven’t even checked my Amazon dashboard in about a year.

But that’s not to say I have given up. On many levels I’m actually okay with the fact that the book hasn’t sold. Here’s why.


Books are hard to write. That’s not an industry secret. They get harder as you get older, because adulthood grabs you from behind, rifle through your pockets, and runs away with the majority of your spare time. Jobs, and children, and bills all take precedent. I know that starting writing so young was an advantage, as I’ve been able to develop a talent for it, but in some ways it has been a curse, in that I’ve seen my availability to write decline as I get older and more barriers pop up between me and my dreams of authorhood.

The fact that life makes writing books hard is evidenced by the fact that, nearly three years after I first started thinking about it, I am still only about 35,000 words into Book II, which is just over a third if my estimates over its completed length are accurate. Although a good chunk of progress has been made in the last couple weeks, but if you look at it from a purely mathematical point of view, it could take me in till 2022 just to finish the first draft.

The harder it is to get that second book out there, the more I realise how advantageous it is that Fallen on Good Times has been written, edited, branded and published. It wasn’t a waste of time, or energy. It’s always going to be there, waiting for a follow-up, and for me to have the time, energy, and discipline to do it justice.


It may be that not enough people have read Fallen on Good Times for me to get an accurate statistical picture, but as it stands at the moment those who have read the book have loved it. It may not have many reviews, but the ones it does have say some pretty complimentary things about it.

It might not be selling, but the fact is I think I gathered enough evidence to help soften my own doubts and accept that I’ve written a good book, with good characters and a good premise. Those are all things that will serve me going forward. Luckily for me, books don’t diminish in quality the older they get. And being set in the 1920s means it’s hardly likely to slip out of relevance – it’s not the biography of the latest TV talent show winner whose celebrity status will flicker and die within a few months, making the book obsolete.

I’d rather have a quality book that nobody has bought yet, than one that has sold several thousand copies and collected an overwhelming majority of negative feedback. It’s a lot easier to generate more sales than it is to make a book less crap.


The thing that softens the blow of poor sales the most is the fact that I understand the reason why sales are poor. My time as a freelance writer running my own business and my research during the run up to publication has given me a good understanding of the basics of marketing, and more. So I know that the reason Fallen on Good Times isn’t selling is not necessarily because people don’t want to buy it, but because they have no idea that it exists.

I have not been able to do the things that I know I need to do in order to get the book in front of readers. Before publication I compiled a 10,000-word marketing plan, and I know that if I had stuck to that religiously, I probably would be here writing a post celebrating at least 1000 copies sold, but likely a lot more. But for a large and complex cocktail of reasons which I don’t need to go into here, I haven’t been able to do much marketing.

Basically, I haven’t finished this endurance race because I never filled my car up with petrol. That is a far more preferable handicap to have than being a terrible driver or having a crap vehicle. There’s always more I can do to help promote my book, and getting the second one finished is one of those things. And then the third, then the fourth, and so on. Writing this blog post is one of those things, even if it is only the merest drop in the ocean compared to what I have to do.


I spent too long thinking about the end goal. Too long convincing myself that it wasn’t worth doing anything because the dream was so far away that to take a few steps wasn’t going to bring the horizon any closer. But now, for the moment (and I’m choosing not to blow it by convincing myself that it is permanent, or placing expectations of it being so upon myself) I discovered a new attitude. And that attitude is that I would rather give the faintest whisper about my book in a quiet corner of a dark building than continue to stand in silence in the middle of a crowded street.

Fallen on Good Times hasn’t sold many copies. But it will: not today, not tomorrow, maybe not for a few years. But I know I have the potential inside me to keep writing great stories, and the right combination of knowledge and skills to eventually get those stories in front of people who want to read them, and will enjoy doing so. And I’m okay with that.

If you want to help me in my quest to spread the word about Fallen on Good Times, you can ‘Like’ my Facebook page.


Hello everyone. In order to create the best possible experience for everyone using my site and reading my blog, I’m transferring from a WordPress blog to a privately hosted WordPress site. For you, this means you’ll be visiting the same URL, but having a much better time of doing so – a nicer website to navigate, more content, and all arranged in a nice, easy way to explore.

HOWEVER, due to the transfer process, if you follow me using the WordPress Follow option, then you will no longer receive posts from me in your WordPress Reader.

TO KEEP RECEIVING POSTS FROM ME, you need to sign up with your email in the widget to the right of my blog posts. If you already follow me via email, sit back and relax, as you don’t have to lift a finger.

Please take a few seconds to enter your email address – I really like having you read my blog and talking to me, and I’d hate to lose your follow. Plus, you’ll miss out on great things in the future, such as the release of my novel, Fallen on Good Times, some other projects I hope to be working on in the near future, and no doubt a prize or two.

See you soon on my snazzy new site!



Introducing my second novel


It’s hard to believe it has been over a year since Personal Novel published Death at Castle Spire. Since then I’ve been working away at a second befuddling mystery. I’m pleased to announce that Mystery of the Sands, my second novel for Personal Novel, is now available for you to customise and buy from their website.

Mystery of the Sands

Your first night as a security guard may not go quite as quietly as you anticipated. The central exhibit of the museum is an entire court of Egyptian mummies. One of them holds a terrible, murderous secret. When dark magic brings the dead Pharaoh and his court back to life, it’s up to you to solve a 2,000 year old murder – before you become the next victim.

What are ‘Personal Novels’?

Personal novels are stories in which you and your family or friends take on the central roles. Have your own names printed in the text, set the story in your country, sometimes even your home town. Experience the excitement of an adventure, a mystery, or a romance with you at the heart of the tale. Will you survive? Will you be victorious? Will your every desire be fulfilled? There’s only one way to find out – order your personal novel today, and get reading.


Mystery of the Sands is available in both printed and ebook format. Your printed version can be ordered in a range of formats; paperback, extra-large paperback, hardback, and linen bound. You can personalise the front cover colour, image, and subtitle, add a dedication in one of several font and colour options, and change the font of the main text. Printed with your names in place of the characters’, you’ll receive a novel that is completely unique to you.

You can find out more about Personal Novels here.

You can buy Mystery of the Sands here, and Death at Castle Spire here.

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Exciting announcements coming soon on my Facebook author page


FB-f-Logo__blue_512I’ve got some exciting things coming up in the next couple of months. The best way to hear all the latest news about my projects with PersonalNOVEL, or Fallen on Good Times, my debut novel, is to like my Facebook page.

It’s also got photos and stuff on there, as well as my usual brand of surrealist whimsy. ‘Why isn’t there a bullet point list containing information about the kinds of things we can find on your Facebook page?‘ I hear you ask. Well…

What you can expect if you like the page

  • Exciting announcements coming in the next few weeks
  • News of my latest author-based adventures (may or may not contain mild peril)
  • Cynical observations of the world, wrapped up in an endearing veneer of humour
  • Lots of interesting content to spice up your news feed
  • Gratitude
  • Lots Cakes*

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Guest Post: 5 reasons you need a Facebook page, not a profile

Guest Post: 5 reasons you need a Facebook page, not a profile

The internet provides authors with many opportunities to promote themselves and their work. But these are only effective if you use them properly. The lovely Emerald Barnes has hosted me on her blog today, and I’m explaining why you need a Facebook page, not a Facebook profile.

100th Post – Author photos, and why they’re not as easy as you think

It’s just your face, yet when a camera’s pointed at it, suddenly there’s a lot to think about.

First of all, I’d like to thank David Edmonds, who has done such an amazing job with these.

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I had been watching the total number of posts creep towards this important mark. It has repeatedly crossed my mind that I should do something special, but what that could have been, I had no idea. Luckily, coincidence decided it for me. It happened that I found out I was going to get published just in time to get an author photo shoot done and the final images back to me ready for this blog’s 100th post.

Thinking about your face

I am, by and large, accustomed to my face. Whenever I look, it’s still at the front of my head where I left it. We had a period during my teenage years where we didn’t really get on, but who doesn’t?

The thing is, while I don’t spend most of the time with the urge to hide my face away in a bag, getting your photograph taken does make you take a good long look at yourself. Knowing that you’ll get a likeness of yourself at 36 megapixels is enough to make anyone bite their lip and wonder whether people really need to know that you have a face.


It’s remarkable how intimidating a camera lens actually is. It’s more intense than a person’s stare, that big shiny black circle that glares at you across the room. You find yourself getting drawn into a game with it, trying not to blink before it does. There almost seems to be a challenge inside that lens; ‘Do you really want me to capture this forever?’ I think if I got two and put them side by side, that’d be as close to staring into the face of pure evil as it’s possible for a human to get, unless you’ve met [name of a celebrity you hate]. Yeah, we just did a joke. We’re a team now. High five.

‘Was that there before?’

RewanWeb-19It doesn’t matter how comfortable with your face you are, when you know people are going to be able to look at it in extreme detail, you do tend to review a few things. It’s worse than meeting someone in person, as we all maintain eye contact most of the time. There may be the occasional cursory sweep conducted, where you pick up on a few key details (wrinkled eyes/reddish cheeks/horns), but most of the time we look each other in the eye.

With a photo, well, you can study whatever you want to. You can get a ruler out and measure to make sure both my eyes are the same size, which they probably aren’t. You could deconstruct my entire countenance, read a thousand meanings into the shape of my mouth, the line of my jaw, the angle of my brow. You probably won’t, because there’s not much fun to be had in it, and I’m too young to be any of the dead celebrities, who are rumoured to still be alive, with a new face, so there’s no great mystery to uncover.

Achieving just the right level of narcissism


There’s a slight paradox when it comes to portraits like this, which is that people want you to look nice, but don’t want you to be visibly making an effort to look nice. You have to pose for a photo; that’s how photos are taken. Every arrangement of limbs and facial features is a pose. If you wanted a pose free person, you’d have to blend them first.

So the eternal problem of the photo shoot is that my main objective is to look good. That’s why there aren’t any photos of me facing the wrong way, tripping over a stick, or with soup all over my face. But at the same time, I don’t want to be trying too hard. Only celebrities (i.e. people whom we want to look as nice as possible) are allowed to be obviously trying hard to look their best. Not that I’d want to have been lying on the bonnet (hood, for my American friends) of a Ferrari, but still, if I’m trying too hard, people will say, ‘Look at him, posing like he’s a celebrity. What an arse.’

Pretty much the same as writing really

I have to send my face out into the world. Obviously, it’s been out before, and my Facebook page and the like already have plenty of pictures on them. But these are different. These are meant to say, ‘Well, this is me’. They are meant to help people make an opinion. I can’t control what that opinion is.

Which makes it much the same as writing. I know what I want people to think when they read my writing, but I can’t ensure that they do. Everyone’s free to make their own minds up.

Why can’t there be a thing that allows people to see what they want, not what’s actually there?

Oh wait, there is. It’s called beer.

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