Andrew Snowdon is a work in progress.

He fully intends to be a writer, and has at least three projects (all in very early stages) underway. They are (working titles only): AWST (a collaboration; modern correspondence literature for voyeurs, word fetishists and devotees of unrequited love stories), le cahier brisé (an online serial novel), and The City That Fun Forgot (a satirical novel, a gross caricature, and probably not something that’s going to endear me to anyone I know).

Andrew will more than happily write for money—be it advertising copy, greeting cards, t-shirts, articles, ransom notes… When Andrew can’t think of anything else to write, he churns out precariously marginal poetry. Sometimes people like it, which surprises him every time.

When he isn’t trying to write, Andrew likes to see whatever’s playing at the Mayfair, the occasional play, concert, unusual performance, or whatever. He accepts most invitations to go out and do things, resulting in his never having any folded laundry.

Andrew snores, keeps odd hours, smokes a pipe, drinks often, spends recklessly and is recently a vegan. He is quite single, but has an ex-(common-law)wife and three kids.

He currently lives in (suburban) Nepean, Ontario, Canada and is fervently searching for an apartment closer to downtown Ottawa… but not too close.