Hello. My name is Paul Mathews. I’m a 45-year-old British writer who gave up his 9-to-5 job in London in the summer of 2015 to write comedy-thriller novels.
After a year of procrastination, good-living, occasional writing, editing and daydreaming, I published my first novel, We Have Lost The President, in July 2016. Since then, I’ve surprised myself and many others – as well as annoyed several people – by publishing two more novels, writing a fourth, and selling books to thousands of people who appreciate good humour (and a few dozen people who wouldn’t know a good joke if it blew a raspberry in their face).
But we British don’t enjoy blowing own our trumpets too much, so let’s delve deep into my past (well, the bits of it I can remember) and tell you a bit more about me.
Before I gave up my job for a life of writing, I worked as a Government press officer for 16 years – generally avoiding emails, answering phones or any kind of contact whatsoever with journalists. That was so I could concentrate on the creative bits, such as writing news releases and features. When I wasn’t doing that, I was telling jokes, making people laugh and dreaming of a life that didn’t involve 100+ emails a day, photocopiers that kept jamming and phones that didn’t stop ringing.
Prior to that, in the days before the internet and mobile phones – so long ago, Justin Bieber wasn’t even born – I was an accountant. But I don’t like to talk about that (it brings back too many horrible memories of corporation tax calculations and balance sheets). And going back even further, when I had a ponytail and wore flowery shirts, I studied philosophy at Cambridge University after winning a place to study mathematics but deciding I was bored with solving equations by the time I arrived. How a budding writer ended up in that philosophical predicament is a long story, but one mainly based on the idea that academic subjects were considered superior to others – such as creative writing – which are a lot more useful if you want to write words for a living.
That’s enough about the past. What about the present? Well, I am married and have an eight-year-old called Lulu. She’s got four legs, purrs a lot and is a bit fussy with her food. If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll know her as my assistant. She is my constant companion at home and lets me know if I need a break from the laptop, I’m spending too many hours on social media, or it’s time to stop writing and play hide and seek. But mostly she just sleeps. Even more than I do.
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