ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Weston Ochse is a former intelligence officer and special operations soldier who has engaged enemy combatants, terrorists, narco smugglers, and human traffickers. His personal war stories include performing humanitarian operations over Bangladesh, being deployed to Afghanistan, and a near miss being cannibalized in Papua New Guinea. His fiction and non-fiction has been praised by USA Today, The Atlantic, The New York Post, The Financial Times of London, and Publishers Weekly. The American Library Association labeled him one of the Major Horror Authors of the 21st Century. His work has also won the Bram Stoker Award, been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, and won multiple New Mexico-Arizona Book Awards. A writer of more than 26 books in multiple genres, his military supernatural series SEAL Team 666 has been optioned to be a movie starring Dwayne Johnson. His military sci fi series, which starts with Grunt Life, has been praised for its PTSD-positive depiction of soldiers at peace and at war. Weston likes to be called a chaotic good paladin and challenges anyone to disagree. After all, no one can really stand a goody two-shoes lawful good character. They can be so annoying. It's so much more fun to be chaotic, even when you're striving to save the world. You can argue with him about this and other things online at Living Dangerously or on Facebook at Badasswriter. All content of this blog is copywrited by Weston Ochse.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Joe Lansdale is my Hero and He Can Write Too

Joe R. Lansdale is my hero and that boy can write too. Some authors can just make words sing. Steinbeck can do it. Bradbury can do it. Haldeman can do it. And proclaimed Mojo Storyteller Lansdale can do it. Damn. Reading his words is like drinking an ice cold beer on a hot summer day after a couple hours of sex with your woman. You sitting on the porch, wind just tickling the hairs on your head enough to remind you that somewhere there's an ocean and your stuck the fuck here, but at least you got the beer and the day to keep your time, as long as some one worse off than you don't come and shove a pistol under your chin and blow you all to hell.

Just read Bullets and Fire, a short story written by Mojo Lansdale hisself.

Here's a quote from it made me laugh and smile and I read it four times.

The ones coming had weapons, all hand guns, and when they opened up the world went crazy and my ears went deaf and began to ring. And I don’t remember it all, but the bullets cut all around me and one went through my left arm and it hurt like hell, and the next thing I know it’s hanging at my side, and I got the Ak-47 lifted, pushed up against my hip, and I’m rockin’ and rollin’ and bodies are jumping. I’m having a better day than they are. Probably because they couldn't hit an elephant in the ass at ten paces with a tossed bar stool, even spraying. I’m like the luckiest motherfucker that ever squatted to shit over a pair of shoes, cause except for that one hit, I’m doing good. It’s like I was fucking charmed. 

Just keep the words coming, Mojo Joe!

This shit makes me want to write!

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