As you may know, I'm writing a novel. It does not, at present, feature any gypsies, but that isn't the topic at hand. So far, it stands at nearly 9,000 words. When finished -in 50 or so years - it will feature wit, cynicism, anger, ancient conspiracies, drunken shaving and chocolate chips. However, at the moment it consists of the word "Bin-liner" copied loads of times.
I don't intend on selling this magnificent work of literature. Instead, I intend to have many copies printed out, and then I'll build a fort out of them.