By John Scott Lewinski Lazy writing is as old as human storytelling. From the first draft of Gilgamesh through the latest adventure of whatever lesser-known superhero is left to exploit, authors scribble themselves into corners and up cul-de-sacs. They carve themselves out through gaps in continuity, often shredding the very premise they established. These days, so many visits to the museum of storytelling forfeits pass through the gift shop of multiverse malaise. Our current flood of infinite reality-based genre narratives would threaten to destroy good storytelling in any existence. Since we…