My first novel is out and available, as of May 6, 2019.

Memoirs of a Transferable Soul is 288 pages. Paperback and E-book.

3d Book Cover, Memoirs of a Transferable Soul
Available May 6, 2019

Here are some links to purchase and information sites:


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Early reviews excerpted below…

Death is his lifeline, but is this any way to live? He’s an ordinary man, but he tells an extraordinary tale.

“The premise is powerful, and just the idea of an illness that can’t be diagnosed is in itself a mind-blowing worry, for how can one fight a disease they cannot name? …an irresistible story… hugely entertaining.” ~ Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews, Divine Zape (5 STARS)

“W. Town Andrews’ writing is lyrical and smooth and it grabs the reader from the very first page. I was literally glued to the pages, exploring the realism with which the author describes patients at a terminal stage. … The author combines strong narration with humor to transform an already beautiful story into a page-turner.” ~ Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews, Romuald Dzemo (5 STARS)

“Literary in its purest form, the considerations about death, medicine and the nature of the terminal are almost spine-chilling in their creation by author W. Town Andrews.” ~ Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews, K.C. Finn (5 STARS)

“The reader is pulled in from the very beginning by the strong narrative voice and the exciting prose, and each page presents surprises, opens a new portal into this character’s soul.” ~ Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews, Christian Sia (5 STARS)

Odds and Ends

Auld String Theory is my musical outlet, currently. Acker Bilk, get me Sir Julian.


Time to build some rustic benches. Or maybe, work on some communications consulting.(That last choice has its own website, highnoonforge.com, where I do my Marketing Communications consulting).

What matters are the infinitesimal nooks and crannies, the whispy intangibles that seem to swirl between the sky and the rocks, the wind and the depths, the craters and the stars.

That said, good food, good drink, good exercize, adequate spelling, good friendship. Communication is everything.

Father, husband, son, brother, writer, singer, banjo player. Marketer, publicizer, songwriter, arranger, dog confiner, dog-freedom advocate, humorist, tragedist, reader, explorer.

Former lawn mower, snow plower, house framer, trim carpenter, green waterer, condo maintainer, playground builder, theater ticket taker, popcorn popper, fisheries technician, distillery consultant, home brewer, Peace Corps volunteer. Z liker.

World traveler. Lived in Colorado, Virginia, California, Visayas. Speaks Spanish, French, Cebuano, and slang slinger.

His little sister gave him a banjo. It was stolen from the back of his ’71 Datsun 510 Hatchback on Canal St. in New York City in 1977. His big sister gave him another banjo. He’s still playing that one. There’s a middle sister too.  He gave her a broken golf cart. Fond of “Wishnevskys”, which are acoustic-guitarlike instruments made from recycled 19th-Century pianos. Wrote the hit song “Tarzan #19,” a casting fantasy which includes this verse: “I’m going to be a man with strength and style, a man who walks a camel for a mile, a man who talks to lions, who has no fear of dyin’, who hasn’t had a haircut for a while.” The ’71 Datsun? Has an honored place in the ’71 Datsun Museum of the Mind. It’s the blue one.


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