My Books
Writing snuck up on me like no-see-ums—I never felt the bite till the itch had me about half mad. I planted my butt at my desk and, soon enough, found I needed a big monitor so my neck could tolerate the long days. I’ll bet heroin would be easier to quit now that the bug’s burrowed. Good question for our new Health Chief, I guess. I’ll keep scratching at paper till I’m cured. I hear death works.
Speaking of that, 43 years of flying didn’t kill me. But it left me with enough marvelment to fill more novels than I’ve got time to write. I cut my teeth on a memoir, spilling decades of embarrassment, as if all those years weren’t humbling enough.
I moved on to fiction starting with a historic version, “Fire on the Mountain," which centers mainly in the area where I grew up. I turned out quite a saga—four hundred and some pages. It’d be over a thousand if I hadn’t buzz-sawed it down. I’m working on Reverend Maclean’s advice to his son Norman in A River Runs Through It—thrift being the place where grace is found. I published what I thought was a great book. But my storytelling style’s changed. A lot. I unpublished “Fire…” and am rewriting it. It seems worth the effort to me. I hope it will be for you too. You can decide in about a year, when I expect it to be ready.
Number three, “Into Focus,” has reviews that indicate it’s a great book. But you won’t find it here either. It needs a new cover and title. Then I’ll invite it back.
I’m sinking ever deeper into this good versus evil world. It came along naturally, reflective of real-world trouble, and set up camp in my writer’s brain. I’ve grown quite fond of it. Take a look if you like. There are always free chapters in my “Works” tab. I hope you discover it’s what you’re looking for, and if it is, I hope it keeps you up late and gives you nightmares. That’s my aim. Feel free to drop a review and let me know if I succeeded.
I’m so happy you stopped by. Reading books can be such a thrill.
Cheers,
Andy Walker
"I learned early how to clench a fist, and throw it with results. "
Genre: Thriller | 309 pages | 2025
I’m sure I wasn’t the first kid to ever wonder what convoluted idea’d lodged into his parents’ heads when they got around to name choosing. I didn’t appreciate it much at first, but by the time I was a young man, I’d bent toward it like tides slaving at the moon. I supposed that was Mom and Dad’s intent, but I wonder if they considered the bumpy ride that was likely to come with “Puma.” I’m not saying I waded into “boy named Sue” hullabaloo, and I didn’t grow up mean. But you better believe tough muscled me up through my kid stages, and I learned early how to clench a fist, and throw it with results.
