Kevin Thurman's Blog, page 3
February 7, 2014
Alex Dick’s favorite emo band!!
Alex Dick’s favorite emo band!!
January 20, 2014
Woverine vol. 1, #3
Cover by Frank Miller and Joe...
Woverine vol. 1, #3
Cover by Frank Miller and Joe Rubinstein
This has to be one of my favorite covers or images of Wolverine. It’s plaintive, sad without being morose. While he may be a fear-inducing killing machine, here he is human. A broken man with his heart torn apart. It’s beautiful.
January 15, 2014
Create how you want!
Listen, this is the internet so every asshole with a keyboard or smart phone has an opinion now and vocalizes it. I have been searching for a process for writing and it occurs to be today how inane that is. Now, by searching I mean, reading what every other writer has done so I can find that magic key. Don’t buy into what anyone is selling you. You go out and find how you create. And if you have a secret demon inside of you inspiring you to lock up and just create, go fucking do that. Don’t...
Future Sold Out
"Is Anybody Home" by Our Lady Peace
Goodbye, the future’s sold out
There’s no use screaming
Who thought we’d ever get this far?
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
Hey Matt, sorry about flooding your box lately. (I'm not writing ATM, so time to write letters?) You said something about working at night and it made me remember a Kirby anecdote: his wife wouldn't let him drive for fear of crashing while daydreaming. How
it did once and my wife called me on it, and she was right — i was being a dick, and using “writing” as an excuse. writers that pretend to be in the throes of some kind of genius-demon, some kind of possessing spirit that refuses to let them engage with Normal Life are bullshit artists of the highest degree, looking to excuse their antisocial tendencies and bad manners away with a flourish of vocabulary and the semantic waving of hands. you carry your work with you al the time. everyone does....
