Sarah E. Matthews—Author Extraordinaire
@superbfinch
What it says, bub. Author of horror and weird fiction from Southern Indiana. She/her. www.sarahematthews.com
Replace the first “s” with this for added nostalgia money.
My website www.sarahematthews.com has some new blog fun. Also: Jubilation Grove and Other Nightmares has it all: evil statues, crab monsters, unreliable realtors, the King in Yellow and more. Check it out! a.co/d/9P08QzK
Whenever I look at my old writing, this is what it feels like. I used to be so joyful when I wrote. Now, everything feels blah and cliched. I’m trying to recover, but the world is not making it easy.
Caught Tilly mid toe-lick. Luna as always is not impressed with him.
This is what someone posting a bad picture of you feels like. (Also: damn Washington Post, why you gotta talk shit about Stegosaurus like that? He’s already dead)
This is a suggested question to ask at a tea party, and my first and highly inappropriate response is “ball sack”.
The only kind of April Fool’s joke I will accept.
Erotic cosmic horror is when there’s an unauthorized Thing fucking. Yes please 🙌
Got the pink paper from a coworker. The cookies look like they have faces so I drew them.
I’m slowly turning into an old lady because I crocheted this cover for my desk chair and I’m exceedingly pleased with it.
Don’t know if this counts as a celebrity, but I mostly have pics of my cats
Check out my book Jubilation Grove and Other Nightmares! It’s got evil statues, crab monsters, unreliable realtors, the King in Yellow and more. Sate your appetite until my next book The Tea Party From Hell comes out in October. a.co/d/9P08QzK
Wearing my festive Friday the 13th earrings.
Went into this store and they tried to put me on display.
Idk why, but this painting seems haunted to me. Perhaps it’s the eggs just laying there without a bowl or other container. Saw this at the Speed Museum in Louisville today
Without downloading any new pics, describe your gender
Going to go old bat mode here: When I want a picture of a 3-headed possum version of Cerberus, I draw my own damn picture, not farm it out to AI. “But Sarah, I can’t draw!” Neither can I but I do it because it’s fun and it’s human and skill matters less than actually doing something yourself.
Behold the cat beholding you. (With suspicion, because Luna is suspicious of everyone.)
I’m at my writing group tonight and I finished the story I was working on, so I took the opportunity to draw this masterpiece that had been echoing in my head all afternoon.
Post a random picture or else everything will go bad in September.
Drew this Edward Gorey style bat today. Pleased with how it looks, considering I am not patient and don’t have a steady hand.
I’m a French bulldog. I have a beret. And apparently a tattoo of my own face on my face.