What's better than Wesley Snipes starring in a movie about a garbage man at the end of the world saving a rag tag group of survivors from giant worm-like monsters that have already taken over the world? If you ask Larry Roberts from Bloodletting Press, he'd say a book written by Bram Stoker-winning author Weston Ochse about the same thing, and to back that up he decided to publish it. Bloodletting Press announced today that Bram Stoker-winning author Weston Ochse's newest novel, Blaze of Glory, has just been released for preorder at Horror Mall and copies are going fast. This marks the first novel from Bloodletting Press since they won the Specialty Press Award from the Horror Writer's Association at a ceremony in Burbank, California and Weston Ochse's first novel in two years.

So where did Blaze of Glory come from? "I wrote a long story back around 2000 that I later turned into a screenplay. I shopped it around and had plenty of people interested. It even reached the hallowed halls of Aman Ra entertainment."

Not for the faint of heart, the essay that follows the novel indeed tells the sordid tale of what happens to a writer who writes a screenplay and then tries to get it made into a movie. It is a terrible tale of Hollywood, from forest fires to strawberry frappes, from Reggie Bannister to Wesley Snipes, from television movies to comic books. It is an essay about the process of getting something noticed and will be enjoyed by readers, fans and writers alike. It's a sneak peak into a process rarely seen and titled The True Adventures of a Monster Screenplay in B-Movie Wonderland.

The cover has received amazing attention, partly because it is very different from Bloodletting Press and other specialty press book covers, and partly because it reminds people of the days of drive-ins, fast cars, and exceptional violence. Taking a cue from 1970s grind house movies, Brian Cartwright, editor of Bloodletting's Morningstar imprint, worked with artist Micah Consylman to capture the pulpy feel of the novel producing a cover that exploded across the internet. "It looks just like a movie poster," is what everyone is saying, which is exactly what Mr. Cartwright wanted.

"Weston's work always has so much going on," Said Mr. Cartwright. "In Blaze of Glory we have killer worms, a crack-addled granny who speaks prophetically in nursery rhymes, a young kid who discovers magic in the theme to ROCKY, references to Dylan Thomas, the Fantastic Four and Little Bunny Foo Foo, and a used car salesman who finds is last true love in a street walker. But you can't fit all of that into a cover, so I distilled everything about Weston's novel and tried to capture the spirit. The vintage pulpy feel is all about Weston."

Weston has been frequently described as a writer of literary horror. So why monsters?

"Because monsters are cool," said Weston. "I wanted to write a monster story, one where big Mack Daddy evil monsters ravage the earth, destroy everything we love and make us remember what is really important-- that thing that separates us from every other living creature, our capacity to love. Call me a softy if you want but this love is the essential part of most good monster movies. My generation grew up with DAYs OF THE TRIFFIDS and NIGHTs OF THE LEPUS. We had THEM ants, giant spiders, and tractor-trailer-sized scorpions. The Wolfman, Frankenstein, The Mummy, and Dracula were cool in a Christopher Lee-Vincent Price sort of way, but what really scared me was THE BLOB. Even the laugh-out-loud antics of Fred Ward and Kevin Bacon weren?t enough to detract from the terrible majesty of the giant beasts causing Tremors beneath the Arizona desert."

"The monsters that scared me were those unreasoning things that lacked the very essence we own by virtue of genetics-- our humanity. Nothing you can say to them has any affect. Nothing you do seems to work. You can?t outrun them. You can?t distract them with sophomoric strategies learned from white hats outwitting black hats in Sergio Leone westerns. The kind of monsters I?m talking about cause even the most devout Christian to drop F-bombs as they gaze into the face of implacable murder, understanding that they need to pucker up because all is lost and that long ass-kiss good-bye is about to happen. I love those types of monsters-- end of the world monsters with no care in the world for race, creed, color or religion, other than the fact that we all taste like a planet-sized bucket of intergalactic chicken. Yeah! Those monsters."