SNYDERMANIA: Bug Man/Writer?

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Bug Man/Writer?

It's been a little over a month since I last stood before a classroom of teenagers and I've been wrangling for a job as a bug man. I jokingly told my students I was leaving teaching to become a bug man and now here we are. It looks like I may very well be on my way to becoming a bona fide bug man. There just might be a book in this mid-life career change. Make way for the bug man/writer. I'm narrowing my niche. How many bug man/writers who sell their books at auto repair shops and barber shops could there possibly be?

By the way, the mouth parts of insects are divided into four categories: piercing and sucking, siphoning, sponging, and chewing. I know. I'm showing off, but I can't help it.

And you can order my books THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON and THE SPIRIT GUIDE BAR by clicking on this link:
http://www.amazon.com/The-Spirit-Guide-William-Snyder/dp/1483924211

3 comments:

Unknown said...: There's a book idea for sure! Student-teaching, bug-killing... you might create a mighty satire and allegory, Snyder! You the man!; June 30, 2013 at 5:06 PM
Unknown said...: I think Proust started out in pest control, so go for it!; June 30, 2013 at 5:47 PM
Michael Isasi said...: Good luck Snyder. Spirit guide bar was amazing, hopefully you write more books and don't need to work again.; July 2, 2013 at 9:58 PM

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