Why the glut of novelists moving into comics is a good thing (aka I like Moon Knight)

Now, I have long preached that the medium of the graphic novel is like a very finely tuned car: if you know what you're doing, it's a transcendent experience, a rush of giddy freedom while surfing a wave of adrenaline.

If you don't know what you're doing, you die.

So, essentially, I see comic books as a very hit-or-miss proposition. An author either embraces the medium and produces an excellent piece of fiction, or tries to write something else in the form of a comic book and falls flat.

I usually lump novelists/TV writers into the latter category, my biggest exceptions being: Neil Gaiman, Joss Whedon and J. Michael Strazynski. Of which the latter two are relative newcomers on the comic book scene.

This summer, out of boredom and curiosity both, among my other purchases, I picked up a copy of the Moon Knight re-launch. This series is written by Charlie Huston, who, according to Wikipedia (God bless!) is a recent transfer from the ranks of novelists.

I haven't read any of his novels (though I may now), but I tell you this: the man writes a mean comic.

Seriously. It's nuts.

By far some of the best written and funniest (if bone dry) dialogue in comics.

As an example:

Taskmaster, hired to kill Moon Knight, burts in through a window. After a pregnant pause:

"Don't tell me. The entrance. Too much right?"

I laughed so hard I fell out of my chair.

Annnnnnnyyways.

The point of this diatribe is that I'm glad that talented writers are moving from novels into comics, because not only does it keep the medium fresh, it allows writers to work in a way they never would have otherwise.

And the customer wins.

Yay! Winner is me!

As an aside: Jemsy and I currently attempting to whip up a comic book. That isn't humor (though will have humor in it). I will keep you, the infintesimal percentage of the global population that gives a damn about this blog, posted.

Andre out.

My brain is on fire...

I mean it.

(This section edited for stupidity)

Furthermore, I broke the laws of common sense yesterday, and actually made a Swift Kick in the Ass.

For those of you not "in the know", a Swift Kick in the Ass (henceforth shortened to Swift Kick), is made with the following:

-8 shots of espresso (short)
-chocolate syrup
-hot milk (2%)
-whipped cream
-cinnamon sprinkles

It was like drinking nitro. I drank it at 6 PM, and I couldn't sleep until 3 AM the next morning. And I have coffee resistance. It was nuts.

So, having field-tested this awesome brew, my only conclusion can be: no later than 4 PM. That way I still get to sleep.

Still. Geez.

It's the next day, and I'm trying to vent my nervous energy by painting tiny hyper-detailed models. Sounds dumb, doesn't it?

This is what happens when my brain catches fire. I can only hope this passes soon, because, well, enough is enough, I need to able to concentrate.

Oh well.

Peace out dudes and dudettes (not that anyone actually reads this).