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.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Dispatches from World Horror Con - Ketchum, Keene and Pornstars

Woke up in Austin, Texas and have spent the morning lounging around the lobby of this great hotel. Thirty-foot ceilings with exposed wooden beams, plush but firm western-style furniture. Folks are starting to trickle in.

Last night spent great time with Rain Graves and John, Brian Keene (I would say Sarah Langdan, but she stood us up for Mexican food), Bev Vincent, Kelly and Ann Laymon, Gak, and Vince Chong. Met Jim Gavin and the guys from Deadite Press and spet some quality beer time with Erasurehead Books. Thanks Rose and Carlton.

Shout out to Liz from Bad Moon Books.

See this picture of Jack Ketchum? It's a rare sighting. I actually had to sneak up on him lest he fly away. This normally night-time author made a rare morning appearance. You can tell by the wide-eyed look that he never knew the world was so bright.

Roy Robbins wins the coolest guy on the planet award today. He asked me to write the intro for Clive Barker's new book Candle in the Clouds, to be published by Bad Moon Books tbd. I'm struggling to manage my gushing fan boyishness. I can't wait. For those of you who don't know, Clive is my absolute favorite author. I paid Roy back by asking the girl behind the counter if she recognized Roy, then backed off by saying that she probably didn't watch those sorts of movies. Then I did introduce Roy as a celebrity, better known as the Costa Mesa Machine-- Big pornstar from the 1970s who now runs PornStars for Jesus, a 501.3c non-profit. I thought Liz was going to faint.

Now Yvonne just hit me with a pillow.





Gotta run and chase down the wife.


Monday, April 25, 2011

Weston's WHC Schedule and Convention Primer

Weston's World Horror Convention Schedule

10 AM Reading City of Joy in Robertson
2 PM Dark Regions Press (Dealers Room)
3 PM It Was A Dark and Stormy Night in Dezavala
2 PM Dark Regions Press (Dealers Room)
7 PM Mass Signing
11AM Dark Regions Press Reading

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By Weston Ochse

(Originally published in Storytellers Unplugged)

Why go to writer’s conventions?

Is it the free beer? Is it the free liquor? Or is it an attempt to deplete the vast reservoir of stale chips commonly found at parties at 3 A.M.? Or is a convention merely a reason to get out from behind your computer to interact with humans rather than emoticons?

I say it’s all the above, but most importantly, conventions are a writer’s vehicle for networking. I recently attended the World Horror Convention in San Francisco where all manner of writers, fans, editors, publishers, artists and actors were in attendance. Conventions of this ilk are the pinnacle of networking and allow writers such as myself networking opportunities that don’t normally exist. The problem is that I don’t always take advantage of all opportunities presented me. Together, using four situations that occurred during the World Horror Convention, let’s see if I succeeded in networking.

SITUATION 1. Me and fellow authors Chris Golden, Ed Lee, James Moore and Yvonne Navarro (frequently referred to as my wife) decide that Friday was a brilliant day to take a few hours off from the convention and trek to Fisherman’s Wharf. Chris and Jim leave early, hiking over the San Francisco hills. Yvonne, Ed Lee and I arrive a little later by taxi. We talk over an amazing seafood dinner, tour the wharf, then decide to forego a taxi and walk back to the hotel—at least 20 blocks over some serious hills. Picture this if you will…me happily singing Army cadence with Chris snapping jokes, Jim trying to get his knee to work like they had when he was twenty and Lee inventing curses as he flips me off, the latter of which I have a video of that I will post when I return from Miami.
Pissed Off Ed Lee

The hills get longer, the curses get louder and the knee gets worse. I’m still screaming cadence—
Up the hill,
No sweat.
Ain’t shit,
Better yet.

My zest for the challenge gets the better of me as I scream louder and louder. At first Lee enjoys it, recalling memories of his own Army days, but the more I call cadence, the more he begins to hate me. Yvonne soon begins to give me looks only a wife can give, but I ignore them. The only one unfazed is Chris who’s busy joyously making smart remarks about all of us as he stomps forward. I race ahead of everyone up an impossible incline, ignoring the pain in my quads, belting cadence at the top of my lungs. When I get to the top of that hill, I spin and begin filming. I forget who I am. I forget where I am. I begin filming, feeling like Francis Ford Coppola directing Apocalypse Now San Francisco Redux, screams escaping from my mouth as I get whacked out into it—
Your sister does it
Piece of cake.
Your momma does it,
For God’s sake.

Lee flips me off again. Jim groans but keeps moving. Yvonne’s glare bores into me. Chris continues to chide. And me, I scream—

You can do it,
Or I’m gonna kill.
Get your ass,
Up the hill!

So rate this networking experience. How’d I do? Think I helped my career?

SITUATION 2. Many of you know that for the third year in a row, I’ve been in charge of the Gross Out Contest Bouncers. We don’t really break shins, but we are the judge’s props placed amid the chaos of the contest to create fear and uncertainty about the safety of the Gross Out contestant. This year was no exception. We had a terrific crew—Jim Moore, Drew Williams, Nick Cook, Minh, Steven Shrewsberry, John Hay and myself. Contestants fled before us. Audience members huddled in fear. Everything was great with the world.

Then John Pelan convinces the actor Bill Mosely to do a cold read of Goon as a spontaneous addition to the contest. I saw House of 1000 Corpses. I saw The Devils Rejects. And I was in awe. But I wasn’t going to let that awe interfere with my job. Before Mr. Billy Badass Mosely took the mike, I grab it from him and proclaim to the universe my duty as a bouncer, saying You better entertain and gross us out Mr. Mosely or else I’ll rip that mike from your fucking hands and kick you off our stage just like I’d do to all the other poor motherfuckers.
Bouncing the Gross Out Contest

The crowd roars for a moment and I am god! Bill Mosely gives me the look he gave the old woman at the beginning of Devil’s Rejects right before he kills her.

So rate this networking experience. How’d I do? Think I helped my career?

SITUATION 3. It wasn’t but a few minutes later that the next situation occurs. After Bill Mosely read, the judges had finished their deliberation and Brian Keene grabbed the first Asian in the room to help him count the hanging chads, Rain Graves asked the bouncers to stall. Several bad jokes later, and the crowd getting ugly, John Pelan speaks up from his place at the table. Weston, he says. Show us your tits and I’ll give you a contract. My head twists and my jaw drops into the expression made famous on Looney Tunes for What the fuck did he just say? I knew he was talking about publishing a story I’d submitted to him for the next Darkside Anthology, but what the hell was this need to show my body parts to a ballroom filled with people.

Several thoughts ran through my head—
Why does John Pelan want to see my tits?
How badly do I want to be in the Darkside Anthology?
Why does John Pelan want to see my tits?
Will I respect myself in the morning?
Will my wife respect me in the morning?
Why does John Pelan want to see my tits?

Me and Bill Mosely
I hesitate for a full minute, the crowd cheering me on, John cajoling from the stage, my wife waiting to see what I’d do. Finally, I make my decision. I grab the microphone and say, You all heard it. You are my witnesses. Consider this a verbal contract.

And I did it. I showed my tits to the world, one at a time, side shots, until the whole audience howled.

So rate this networking experience. How’d I do? Think I helped my career?

SITUATION 4. Peter Straub is an icon. He is the most accessible ‘most successful’ writer out there. Since 2002, we’ve been on a first name basis, something that continually blows my mind because of the great respect I have for the man and his accomplishments. Every convention, I make a point of spending a few minutes with Peter. Not because I’m sucking up. Not because I want anything from him. None of the reasons you’re thinking of. I speak with him because I genuinely like him. I think he’s one hell of a guy.

Sunday afternoon, near the end of the convention, Peter sat down beside me and we chatted for a few moments. We didn’t talk about the craft. We didn’t talk about anything of great import. The world was safe from our speculation. We just asked about each other, talking about his health, my dog, and other things personal and private. It didn’t last more than a few moments, then he went his way, and I went mine.

So rate this networking experience. How’d I do? Think I helped my career?

There you have it-- four situations where I was able to network with fellow writers. Did I help my career? Let’s see the results.

SITUATION 1. Ed Lee sent a restraining order. Jim Moore sent his hospital bill. My wife is pissed. Chris Golden loved the whole thing. And my voice is hoarse from all the screaming.
SITUATION 2. Bill Mosely promised me later that if I ever set foot in Hollywood, he’d introduce me to the real cast of Devil’s Rejects and eat my spleen for lunch.
SITUATION 3. A warrant is out for my arrest for lewd and lascivious acts.
SITUATION 4. This seems to be the only thing I did where bodily harm wasn’t promised me.

What do we learn from this? Tone it down? The road to success is paved with calm and collected stones? Even with Peter, I didn’t help my career; I was just a friend talking to a friend. Maybe I’m in the wrong business. Maybe I just don’t understand what it takes to successfully network. Or maybe, just maybe, networking at conventions is an unconscious process we undertake that requires nothing more than us being ourselves. Some people try too hard and you can see it. Some people become stalkers instead of friends. Some people use their ego as a shield keeping everyone of less worth at bay. I’m glad to say that in my circle of friends, this isn’t the case.

And in the end, as I sit here in Miami nearly a week after the convention Ed Lee, Jim Moore, Chris Golden and my wife have fond memories of our Bataan Death March across the city. Bill Mosely told me how much fun he had. Every other author was jealous of me, admitting that tit-showing would be a small price to pay for being in the anthology. And Peter is still my friend.

There is no Davinci Code of Secret Cabal Networking. There are no secret handshakes, or mysterious meetings in room 312. There are no passwords or He-man-woman-hater-high signs. There are no satanic rites to success. If anything I did WHC weekend helped my career it was by being myself and by writing well. All else was osmosis.

Thursday, April 21, 2011

Multiplex Fandango Book Trailer

I black mailed you and asked you to join my newsletter and you came through. The least I can do is present my book trailer.

Pass it on if you like it.

First Review from Paperback Horror

First off, thanks to Paperback Horror for clearing their stacks to fit this one in at the last minute. When I read the review I was struck by the fact that the reviewer totally seemed to understand what I was trying to do, even when I didn't understand what I was trying to do with a particular story at the time of writing. Such incisive reviewing is welcome and probably why Paperback Horror is such a rising star in the Review World.

Here's a couple of excerpts. You can keep reading, or if you want to go to the entire review you can go here.

Multiplex Fandango. Say it. Multi-plex Fan-dan-go.
It's beautiful, isn't it? Just rolls off the tongue.
It’s almost as beautiful and satisfying as the book you may now be holding in your hands, or reading a review about. What we’re seeing here is quite possibly the most comfortable, relaxed, and expert takeover that the horror genre has ever seen.

With Multiplex Fandango, Weston Ochse has created an incredible collection, and has given the reader one of the smoothest, most satisfying reads they could ever come across. To drive the point home, Joe Landsdale says in the intro that "This is a book that could almost have been written for me.", but I disagree - this book was written for anyone looking for imaginative, intelligent, and thoroughly awe-inspiring, but strangely uplifting scares that force the reader to think more than react.

And then there's this. I've written quite a few original stories for this collection, so it's nice to hear people talking about them since I can count on one hand the number of people who have read them thusfar.

There are 16 short stories and novellas presented herein, 6 of which were written for this volume, with each and every one just as, if not more, impressive as the last. Ochse's words read like the poetry of a madman - urgent and direct, at the same time as being beautifully timed and designed to evoke emotions from deep inside. The reader can't help but be absolutely enthralled by this wordsmith's grand visions and engaging dialogue. This is a book that is virtually impossible to put down.
 Pieces like Tarzan Doesn’t Live Here Anymore, Fugue on the Sea of Cortez, The Sad Last Love of Cary Grant, and Catfish Gods speak of the choices we make that define who we are in the end, and directions we take in life that lead us to those instances. Ochse really blasts the reader with a keen blend of realism, tainted with a strange and unrelenting sense of unease that shows exactly how much of our lives is spent choosing between what is right, and what just comes naturally - regardless of whether or not it hurts or hinders someone else. The characters in these pieces are all people that the reader can instantly identify with, as Ochse finds the essence of what it is to be human, and gently exploits it for the purpose of proving a point. The point being, in most cases, is that we are all responsible for what we create in our own world, regardless of the outside influences and how strange they might be.
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Take Care


Friday, April 15, 2011

Steve Rasnic Tem Fandangos!

To have Steve Tem give me this blurb means the world to me. I could go on and on about how good he is and how much a master of the form he is, but in this case Wilipedia got it right, so I'll quote from them:

"Steve Rasnic Tem's short fiction has been compared to the work of Franz Kafka, Dino Buzzati, Ray Bradbury, and Raymond Carver, but to quote Joe R. Lansdale: 'Steve Rasnic Tem is a school of writing unto himself.' His 200 plus published pieces have garnered him a British Fantasy Award, World Fantasy and a nomination for the Bram Stoker Awards."

"MULTIPLEX FANDANGO is a remarkable collection of stories. I read a huge amount of short fiction, and a lot of great stories, but it's rare that I come across a collection so cohesive, whose obsessions mirror and build in combination such that by the end we have this haunting vision of our cultural iconography at the beginning of a new century. This is aggressive work, boldly creating new metaphors and language out of its violent juxtapositions of the imagery from our recent cinematic past. Using such unique settings as a reproduction of the Last Supper painted on the bottom of a pool, a repurposed Disney World of the future, a hundred foot statue of a fisherman astride a giant shrimp, and a melting Hiroshima, and populating the stories with characters with names like Hemingway, Homer, and Cary Grant, Ochse explores the difficulties involved in finding your identity when it lies buried beneath layers of cultural scrim and Hollywood dream. The metaphor of the multiplex is an apt one: these concepts are movie large, if only the right eccentric, talented auteur could be found to film them." Steve Rasnic Tem

If you haven't had the chance to read his work, or Melanie's for that matter, take a dive into their fiction. Reading it I get the same raw summer awe that I do when I read Bradbury for the first time, but often with the serrated edge of Aimee Bender in Faces or Flammable Skirt.

Thank You Steve!

The Man on the Ceiling (Discoveries)       Among The Living      Excavation

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Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Steven Spruill Fandangos

Cross-posted from Multiplex Fandango Site


Steven Spruill is the author of more than sixteen novels, including Daughter of Darkness, The Psychopath Plague and Ice Men.

I’m pretty excited about Ice Men. I haven’t read it, but I want to. The Korean War has always been of interest to me, and if Steven brings as much research and passion into this book as he has all of his others, then I'm in. It just got tagged on my wish list.
He’s also a discriminating taste. I gave him a pre-look at Multiplex Fandango. Here’s what he said:

Ice Men: A Novel of the Korean War"Multiplex Fandango will stretch your mind while giving you a great ride.  The core definition of creativity is "the combining of two formerly unassociated ideas to produce a product that is both novel and useful."  That is also the core definition of Multiplex Fandango.  From the title onward, Ochse will amaze and dazzle you with characters that leap off the page and situations you've never thought of before, guaranteed.  Get Multiplex Fandango today and prepare to disappear into the intriguing and fascinating world of Weston Ochse's imagination." - Steven Spruill

Thanks Steven! Glad you liked it.

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Monday, April 11, 2011

Quick Hits

Butterfly WinterHad a great weekend with Eunice  and Greg Magill. Eunice is a terrific writer and former editor/reviewer for Dark Wisdom Magazine. I've known her for at least ten years. We're also Haunted Mansion alums.  Had a great time.

Created a website for Multiplex Fandango. I have to feed the hype machine for this, my only solo short story collection. It doesn't become available for pre-order until May. There will be come special edition copies available at world horror.

Butterfly Winter is doing awesomely. Got a couple of emails from people who love it, but strangely no reviews yet. Now how can I give out a special prize for being the first to review it if there are no reviews?

Scary Rednecks & Other Inbred Horrors
Last. Wife told me that Scary Rednecks got a five star review from a South African reader. Not that the five star isn't way cool, because it is. But a South African reader? WOW!  Talk about globalization.  Rednecks must be everywhereI'm just saying!

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Are you a Reviewer?

Are you a reviewer? Would you like to review my new book Nancy Goats?

Delirium Books has its own dedicated online review portal where you can access their books.

I always invited reviews and I can guarantee there's no other book like this out there.

If you want to review or you are already a reviewer, go to this link to sign up to become a Delirium Books Reviewer.

If you want to get a copy of Nancy Goats the regular way, there are still a handful of copies left. They are almost gone.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


NANCY GOATS by Weston Ochse (Limited Edition HC)

NANCY GOATS by Weston Ochse (Limited Edition HC) 
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A young man headlines at Leather Kitty in West Hollywood. He’s on top of the world, discovering more about himself day by day. But on the eve of his greatest success, he is kidnapped, thrown in the trunk of a car and taken to a house somewhere along the California Coast. He’s become the property of Family Pain. His life is no longer his own. All he has left is to somehow survive this psychotic world of mixed martial artists run by a crazed former Special Forces medic, who is using young boys as goats for his fighters to bend, bruise and sometimes break.

Welcome to the pain-filled universe of Nancy Goats