SNYDERMANIA: BIG NEWS!

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

BIG NEWS!

I've got big news - life shaking news. I just received a substatial offer for an advance on my novel, The Spirit Guide Bar from a major publishing company. I may or may not hold out for six figures. Things are pretty crazy at the Snyder household tonight.

More to come tomorrow.

6 comments:

James West said...: oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god! oh my god!; April 1, 2009 at 8:58 PM
BeFrank said...: Just stay calm and keep a good head on your shoulder.

Also, YEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAA!!!; April 2, 2009 at 12:08 AM
Rick Rivers said...: Dad! Congrats! Wow, real dinero!; April 2, 2009 at 9:55 AM
#167 Dad said...: Bryan, Jackson and Rick,

Please don't shoot me for the April fools gag. And thanks for having my back!; April 2, 2009 at 5:27 PM
ARUNA said...: wow that's a gr8 news....congratulations!!!!! That momey looks soooo tempting....all mine, all mine!!!!; April 4, 2009 at 12:00 PM
Unknown said...: I'm actually proud of myself - I noticed the date on your posting before I sent you a lame congrats email - whew! Did I ever mention that I HATE this damn holiday called April Fool's.; April 6, 2009 at 4:51 AM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?