Matthew Claybrook dreamt about writing all his life, but was told by his family that he shouldn't be a writer; that writers and artists were a dime a dozen. 

Unfortunately, he later got lost on the way to college, then tried to become a rock star, like all self-respecting ex-military do. Then, he tried to start his own business as if that was even going to go well. It didn’t. He then actually found his way to college.

It was awful. He struggled all the way through his B. S. in Theology and yes, that’s correctly stated, with only most of his family wondering why, even. After that, he and his wife both decided to have a kid and become teachers at the same time.

And so after this long line of excellent decisions, Matthew decided to complete his run with becoming a writer, and he has never regretted it more than three times a day, on average. Currently, he is somewhere in fact suggesting coconuts migrate, and likely wearing white socks with black shoes, just to keep people unsure about him. He hopes to one day be one of those writers others talk about but don’t read.

If one were crazy, one might follow Matthew at facebook.com/mgclaybrook or matthewclaybrook.com and he might sucker you into more of his books. But don’t worry, he’s writing this jacked up on coffee, and his mother in law doesn’t read them, either. He’ll be fine.