Winners of 2018 Splatterpunk Awards

The winners of the inaugural 2018 Splatterpunk Awards, co-founded by Wrath James White and Brian Keene, were announced August 25 during KillerCon in Austin, Texas. I compiled the list from the announcements on Twitter from #SplatterpunkAwards. Click on the book titles for the Amazon links if you want to purchase the winners. David J. Schow... Continue Reading →

Taphophobia and Other Fears

Most horror writers like to scare and unnerve with their fiction. We’re a little twisted that way. In today’s digital age, when everyone can see everything ever created to scare people by hitting play, the opportunities to terrify readers, moviegoers, and video gamers are more challenging than ever. A lot of people enjoy being scared... Continue Reading →

Interview with Jeff Strand

I cite Jeff Strand’s novel DWELLER as one of the novels that heavily influence me as a writer. In fact, only Robert McCammon’s BOY’S LIFE is more influential on my writing. DWELLER is one of the few novels that I’ve read where I connected with not one but two characters, Toby, and his friend, Owen,... Continue Reading →

My Love of Splatterpunk

In between reading horror and high fantasy novels, I make time to read splatterpunk.  Splatterpunk is a cool word for the subgenre of extreme horror, and it’s not for the easily offended or squeamish. For me, they’re some of the most entertaining books I’ve ever read in any genre.  Relentless and gut-wrenching, splatterpunk is the... Continue Reading →

Zombie Beavers and Spider Babies

I received a comment from a fellow blogger, Nthato Morakabi, on my post last week about why I write horror.  Nthato is a South African writer and a darn talented poet who shares a love for the horror genre like I do. Besides having the coolest name of any blogger I’ve seen, Nthato is one... Continue Reading →

Why I Write Horror

When I tell people I write horror, they invariably ask why horror.  They joke about my twisted mind and how I’ll never babysit their children.  They say it like babysitting their children is some kind of awesome experience that I’m missing.  I don’t tell them that I'd never want to babysit their children anyway.  Never. ... Continue Reading →

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