Neil Gaiman is the first that comes to mind, but I also really adore Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Victor Hugo has a lot of really lovely, classics which I intend to someday read through properly. And if I were simply to look at authors I admire, Oscar Wilde is right up there, because the man had some serious cojones and ever more seriously funny brains. Edgar Allan Poe is good when I want something brooding and dramatic (maybe even melodramatic), though I’ve never quite been able to get terrified by his works like most people suggest I should have been. Alan Moore is a king in comics, and Joss Whedon writes hilarious dialogue and very unique supernatural and sci-fi plots.
Of course, heading into script-writing is probably a tad bit stretching it, but why not. I could probably list about a dozen others, for various reasons. But, as I said, Neil Gaiman is probably my current favourite. I’m reading my way through his works of non-children’s books. (Though the title “The Day I Swapped My Dad For Two Goldfish” made me laugh out loud when I first read it in his bibliography, I think there’s a decent chance it is maybe, perhaps, one I can skip.)
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