The Splatter. House Rules by Jeff O'Brien

Who doesn't love a story about camp counselors getting slaughtered in the woods by hideous, tentacled creatures with a craving for human flesh? There's nothing so heartwarming like a story that includes a woman being fisted with her own severed arm, an axe-weilding ghost girl, and an abomination from the deep that dresses like it's in the KKK.  Throw in political commentary and lesbian sex and you've got one hell of a great read.

Bad Sunset, or A Fist Full of Eyeballs by Alex S. Johnson

The story begins with an historian visiting a small town named Malpuesta Del Sol with intent to prove the wild west isn't so wild after all. He awakes from a coma a month later with no memory and a tattoo on his forehead that read "I love to suck hard cock.". And that's just beginning. This story is ripe with excellently detailed characters, horrifically funny situations, and a man so strong he can literally knock someone into the middle of next week.  The pace of the story never falters; there's something to make you laugh out loud and recoil in horror on damned near every page.  Jeff Smith is my favorite character in the story and is by far one of the most fucked up people I've come across in a long time.  His penchant for opiates, wearing scalps he's personally carved off people he's met on his cross country trip, and taking part in orgies with Indian maidens that end in mass murder are just a small part of his lifestyle. Other characters include a 6,000 year old shaman who rides a salamander, zombies, and a cameo by Jesus Christ himself.  You can pick up a copy of this awesome tale at Amazon.  I highly suggest you do so.

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Man, I am tired.

Being a writer isn't easy.  Writing about being a writer is even more difficult.

It's hard to put into words the frustration that comes from not being able to get the words swimming around in your head out on paper.

The phone, the door, text messages, barking dogs, screaming kids all are literary cock-blockers.

After a while the constant interruptions cause the ideas to somehow become "stuck up there" and they no longer flow.

I guess this is writer's block.  It really sucks.

I hope to eventually be able to support myself and my family through my own creativity and not being that much maligned computer guy that everyone makes fun of, but isn't afraid to bother for advice.

Fuck...