I love how you embrace John's dialect. I think the comics writers who've done best by him have a knack for turning his inner monologues and soliloquies into a kind of Scousey poetry, and you do pretty much the same.
*falls over into a mess* Damn I meeeannn. His inner dialogue I worry about from time to time. Because it’s SO muse centric. Also the perpetual awareness of I being the exactly opposite of being American and a woman. Like - Am I writing a British man accurately? Hell, am I writing a man accurately? But honestly omg thank you, you know how much this means from you, my Hellblazer Svengali.








