Saturday, March 28, 2015

PHOENIX LIGHTS by ERIC TOZZI


While I'm not a fan of the science fiction book genre, I have thoroughly enjoyed both of Eric Tozzi's alien invasion books. The author's background in the movie industry is apparent in his work. Phoenix Lights reads like 1950s Saturday afternoon matinee, a cliffhanger if you will. The book leaves the reader with unsolved mysteries to be addressed in part deux. The story feels very much live a film. Tozzi's prose generates larger than panoramic images, majestic musical scores, earth shaking sound effects, and the taste of hot buttered popcorn. Tozzi fills the book with engaging characters. I especially dug the television UFO investigator and her brother the clandestine government operative. Nicely developed relationship. The gorgeous blind musician was compelling as well. While the aliens somehow strike mankind blind while the girl is blessed with sight. Her reaction to her new found sense is satisfying.
Cool Alien invasion thriller.
Mr Tozzi. You just might make sci fi fan outta me yet…

Eric Tozzi's books are available at Amazon.com.

Saturday, March 14, 2015

MY HEROIC ENCOUNTER WITH DAVE CRUZ



Imagine facing this guy down with your arm around his girlfriend.  You can read the story of my heroic encounter with Dave Cruz in my book THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON, available at the link below.

You can listen to Gary Gidak's masterful recording of "Dave Cruz" for the measly price of absolutely nothin' by clicking on the link below.
Dave Cruz

Dave Cruz is my go to story for readings. I had the opportunity to read Dave Cruz to Susan Halberg's freshman English class this week at Red Mountain Community College in Mesa, Arizona. Susan is my go to teacher. She's been inviting me to her classes and sharing my stories with her students since The Eight-Fingered Criminal's Son was published in 2011. I am a huge Susan Halberg fan.




FLASH READ

 THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON FLASH READ

Sunday, March 8, 2015

TUCKER ART AND THE SOUTH BAY DAILY BREEZE


Can't tell you how excited I am to be collaborating with the insanely talented Lyle Tucker. Lyle is currently illustrating  THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON. The illustration above is a story called THE SOUTH BAT DAILY BREEZE. Lyle is doing an illustration for each of the Criminal's Son Stories as well as a comic book style cover. This is going to be very cool.













My book isn't his only project. Lyle keeps busy doing dead on comic book reproductions. Reasonably priced, I might add. You you can learn more about Tucker Art here: TUCKER ART





Saturday, February 28, 2015

FIRST KISS


Remember that terrifying first kiss? Listen to the the audio version of First Kiss from Stories From the Spirit Guide Bar. Give it a listen. It's guaranteed to bring elicit memories of bygone times.
Link to FIRST KISS
The audio story was produced by bona fide production genius, GARY GIDAK of GIDAK DIGITAL.


Saturday, February 21, 2015

Surfer Girl


Growing up in Hawthorne California, the Manhattan Beach Pier was just a twenty minute bus ride away.  I spent countless summer days experiencing the sun, sand, surf, and surfer girls.
Check out the audio version of SURFER GIRL, an excerpt from my book THE SPIRIT GUIDE BAR.

SURFER GIRL

The story was produced by the scary talented GARY GIDAK of GIDAK DIGITAL.



Saturday, February 14, 2015

THE SOUTH BAY DAILY BREEZE


Do you remember when dopey kids delivered newspapers. Long time ago, I know. Guess it's been a long time since people actually read newspapers, hasn't it?

Yours truly was a pretty bad newspaper boy. And I'm not talking' the powder blue 57 Chevy kinda bad either.

You can here about my exploits as a bad newspaper boy for the South Bay Daily Breeze at the is link.

SOUTH BAY DAILY BREEZE

The audio version was produced by the ridiculously talented Gary Gidak.
It's pretty cool if I don't say so myself.

Or

you can actually read the story here. It's part of a collection of stories called THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON.

THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON

If you're part of my vast army of eleven regular blog readers, go on about your business. You've probably already heard about my books and CD about seven thousand times.

By the way, my CD, STORIES FROM THE SPIRIT GUIDE BAR, is available on Spotify. I earn 1/16th of a cent every time someone listens to one of my stories on the service. This means if every man, woman and child on the planet listens to each of the seven stories, I can pick up that new toaster I've been eyeballing.




Saturday, February 7, 2015

A Word of Advice for Fellas Considering the Big V


Be afraid. Be very afraid.
For a detailed account of one man's encounter with an man-hating lady doctor, click on the link below.
The Big V

Better yet, read my book, THE SPIRIT GUIDE BAR.
Spirit Guide Bar

Sunday, February 1, 2015

DID I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT THE TIME I MET GENERAL GRANT?


I met General Grant in the can at the Spirit Guide Bar.
Really.
I'm not kidding around.

Here is my shameless link to the audio version of the story:

Stories From the Spirit Guide Bar

Producer Gary Gidak is a stinking genius.
Fred Perez's work on the banjo has been described as  beautiful - haunting.
Steve Poyter is nothing short of brilliant as General Grant.
Really.
I'm not kidding around.


Saturday, January 17, 2015

Presidential Renderings #2 and Mike Tyson Quotations #1


  I call it Abraham Lincoln Tells a Joke. 

It seems that Abraham Lincoln really was a funny guy. He once asked, "If I had to faces, would I be wearing this one?"

As for the witticism of Iron Mike. The champ once said, "Everyone has a plan 'til they get hit in the mouth."  Looking back on my life, more often than not, my plans have been disrupted by punches in the mouth, and things things usually worked out okay.

Week seven as a junior high reading and English teacher included a few crisp punches to the pie hole.  Still, there has been progress. The end of the week left me physically and mentally exhausted, but grateful to me back in the education game.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

PRESiDENTiAL RENDERiNGS #1


                                                                      I call it 
                                                    LINCOLN EATS A BANANA .

This week marked my return to my students after a two week rest. Man, I was ready to teach those little kids like no one's business. My aid was out Monday, throwing things outta whack, but I surged on. A few of the kids were sick, coughing and sneezing to beat the band, but I hit that disinfectant soap fifteen times an hour, and I kept teaching. I threw my back out Wednesday and picked up a few cold or flu germs round about two o'clock Thursday afternoon, but I kept going. I made it through the first week of the second semester. We made it through the first week, my students and I made it through the first week! Just wait until I quit coughing and sneezing, I'm really going to teach those crazy darned students of mine a thing or two. 

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

POLAND - The Best Worst Book I Ever Read



Recently finished James Michener's Poland. I've been a huge Michener fan for a couple of decades. My  first Michener book was The Source, the history of the people and events that surrounded a well in modern day Israel. What a ride. I've pored through Michener's books on Alaska, Colorado, Texas, Mexico, the Chesapeake Bay, and Hawaii. Reading the last page of a Michener book never fails to leave me feeling disappointed that the great ride is over.

Poland was missing something. It could have been difficult Polish names that slowed me down. Long technical passages about Chopin and other Polish composers derailed me as well. I just didn't have the background knowledge to follow. While I drifted off from time, Michener always pulled me back. Poland's geographic positioning has lent itself to invasions, lots of invasions. The Polish people have withstood invasions by the Tartars, The Turks, The Swedes,  Russia and the Soviet Union (3 times),  Germany (twice), and I know I'm leaving someone belligerent county out here. The point is Poland remains. The Nazis were responsible for the death of more than 20 percent of the Polish population. Hitler fully intended to exterminate the entire country. After Hitler, the USSR, after centuries of invasions, Poland remains. Michener's story of Poland is one of those great triumphs of the human spirt.

While I list Poland the worst Michener book I've had occasion to read, it's still falls among the best books I've had occasion to read.

* Whoa, this is embarrassing. Michener did write a book called Sayonara. While it was an interesting book about American soldiers who married Japanese women during the Post World War II occupation of Japan, Sayonara wasn't nearly as good as Poland. I totally forgot about Sayonara.

It's not like I'm going to rewrite the whole post.


Sunday, December 28, 2014

SIX SEASONS OF SONS OF ANARCHY AND ALL I CAN SAY IS WHAT THE ???


I'm sitting at the computer enjoying a Fat Weasel Ale, listening to some extra smooth Miles Davis, and trying to make sense of season six of Sons of Anarchy. I binge watched the thirteen episodes over a three day period. All I can say is the violence would make a Mexican drug lord cringe. It's become damned ridiculous. We've got this small town in Northern California with hundreds of murders going down. In the real world the National Guard would declare martial law. Come on. And none of that bang, bang - you're dead business. Each killing has to be more shocking, more gruesome than the last.
Six seasons, hundreds of killings, and there is just one one character with any semblance of ethics. That would be Nero, played by Jimmy Smits.

Nero is the only good guy in the whole damned show. Then again, it could be that Smits is such a cool cat that I can't help pulling for his character. Where has Jimmy Smits been the last 25 years anyway???
Oh well?
What the hell is the point of this show? 
There is no honor among thieves?
Violence begets violence?
What compels me to watch this horrific blood fest?
The truth is I will watch season six at some point.
Mind you, I'm not proud of this.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Merry Christmas


In case you're new to SNYDERMANIA, you can get your copy of Spirit Guide Bar, The Eight Fingered Criminal's Son, and the Stories from the Spirit Guide Bar CD on Amazon.com.

http://www.amazon.com/Spirit-Guide-Bar-William-Snyder-ebook/dp/B00CWICYHA/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&sr=1-2&qid=1419090678

Spirit Guide Bar is a  is a different kind of Christmas story.

Gotta admitted it, sales have really tapered off. I'm thinking of heading out to the local mall to do some  selling out of the trunk of my car this week.

"Pssst. Hey pal, wanna buy a book?"

I guess I really need to finish that last chapter of my new book.

So I'm five weeks into my return  to the teaching biz. It's been tough taking over a class that was taught by at least five different people, but there has been progress. Most of the students can now raise their hands to speak and refrain from tacking classmates while entering the room. I'm now working on getting them to stop banging their pencils on their desks while I'm talking. It's been at least a decade since I last taught junior high and I completely forgot about the psychotic pencil banging phenomenon. Some of the little squirts obviously do it to see if they can make make scream at them until turn red, and fall to the ground gasping for air. Others, and these are the ones that baffle me, seem to pound their pencils on their desks completely unaware that they are making a commotion.  I knew I has accepting a great challenge when I signed on. Surely, I'll figure something out.

Sound proof pencils?

I do like my students and it  is pretty cool to have a two week break after five weeks on the job.

Maybe I'll take another crack at that last chapter.

Merry Christmas!

Saturday, December 6, 2014

MR SNEEDER MEETS A COCKROACH


Life is funny. I left the teaching game at the end of the 2012-2013 school year. Seventeen months later, I'm back in the trenches, teaching seventh and eighth graders, many of whom speak very little English. Taking over five classes in the in the middle of the second quarter is no walk in the park. With two of my classes, I look forward to the day my students demonstrate the ability to stay in their seats, and raise their hands before screaming at the lop of their lungs. I'm also looking forward to the day, one little girl calls me Mr. Snyder instead of Mr. Sneeder. 

Early Friday morning, I was making my way through the school hallway when I came face to face with    a cockroach the size of a Buick. A month ago I would have terminated the poor sap. In case you're new to my BLOG, I spent the last seventeen months in the pest control business.  Exterminating insects never  felt quite right. Looking at that giant cockroach, I  smiled and stepped aside to let him pass. 

I drove home Friday night satisfied for two reasons. One, I didn't kill anything. Two, at least I tried to do something good.