Andy was abducted by science fiction in his teens. Exposed to American pulp magazines, he was hooked at First Contact. He was soon mainlining Asimov, Bradbury, Clarke and the whole author alphabet through to Zelazny, those heroes of mid-20th century science fiction. Thousands of paper books are preserved in Andy's home, assembled during student years, then his servitude with airlines and computing in London and Luxembourg.
His consumption was quelled by the appearance of the McKell offspring - three lovely and artistically talented daughters - and running his web design company. Time became the real "final frontier". But as the girls began to fly the nest, he sold the company and retired early.
Time to power-up the muse and the pc, and tap out the tales that have simmered long in his subconscious. Strangely, a few editors seem to like his works. And a few readers, too.
He hopes you continue to enjoy reading his imaginings.