Okay, let's ignore the fact that comics solicit writing is probably the lowest form of the English language...
Sorry. Offense taken. I feel utterly insulted. Comics solicit writing keeps food on my table.
They
paid someone to write that? I just assumed the assistant editor, or possibly Ambush Bug, hammered it out in two minutes!
On the other hand "fancy new sleeves" is conceivably hilarious, if meant as a snide joke!
Seriously, yours may be fine, and not all of them are bad, but 90% of the ones I read are desperate and pandering!
Finally, far too many are written like comic books themselves were written fifty years ago! With exclamation points after every declarative sentence! When you emphasize everything you emphasize nothing!
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Now, of course, I realize that this is salespersonship and obnoxious hectoring is part and parcel of that art form. I'll also admit to liking the Mr. Terrific solicitation.
The world’s third-smartest man – and one of its most eligible bachelors – uses his brains and fists against science gone mad in MISTER TERRIFIC #1, the new series from writer Eric Wallace and artist Roger Robinson. The cover to issue #1 is by J.G. Jones.
See, no exclamation marks. And it tells you with neither too much hammery nor belabored explanation what the series is about. Oh, the series itself sounds either goofy and cloying or pretentious and lecturing, and may well be all of the above, but it's a well-written invitation.
At the same time, it also subtly delivers the funniest thing I've ever read in a comics solicit. I suppose it's technically true that the guy whose entire superheroic career was launched by his suicide attempt after his wife lost a battle against a moving car
is an "eligible bachelor." I hope there's a scene where he walks around showing women a photo of his dead wife like George Costanza did in that episode of Seinfeld.
