Continuing on with my never-ending quest to create terms of art for comics, that don't exist, but should. They're kind of like Sniglets, only you have a slightly better chance of running into someone who knows a Witless Dictionary definition as opposed to people who would even remember Sniglets.
I lie, of course--sniglets are huge. Especially in Burkina Faso.
The Austen Even Horizon: Point in a book's creative run where the creator in question has so piled on the ideas that could best be described as both "stupid" and "utterly chickenheaded" (Exploding communion wafers, Romeo and Juliet with wings, mutant werewolves) that the book becomes completely insufferable. It cannot be enjoyed, it cannot be so-bad-its-good, it can only be endured. At this point, all creator-reader goodwill has evaporated and the only people left reaidng your book are only doing so for reasons owing more to obsessive-compulsive disorder than any other reason.
It's like a tornado plowing through your neighborhood, in monthly 22-page installments. All you can do is hide in the closet and wait for it to be over.
Named for the original originator, naturally.