W.C. Matthews

I love graphic novels but, alas, I cannot draw. Being too reclusive to work with an artist, I write twisty vignette-styled short stories and novels from a secret bunker somewhere in the Southern California desert. I have a law enforcement day job that I love and am marginally good at.

I write for the grin I get when something unexpected happens to one of my characters. I am neither literary nor polished and do not pretend to high art. I have always read for edification and inspiration, but I write for a plain old good time. I want to create stories that provide a respite from the reeking landfill fire that is society today, even if it only lasts the duration of a commute or lunch break.

I am: 961 comic books, 25 tattoos, 13 sweater vests, 2 cats, 1 tortoise, 0 children, and an amazing wife who is very much The One.

I am also Swedish vodka, a red convertible, episodic therapy, and too much LED lighting.

I post infrequently on Instagram at @wcmatthewswrites and even less frequently on Facebook. I can be contacted at wcmatthewswrites@gmail.com