As a matter of fact, I’m a construction worker. Well, sort of...
I’m a commercial superintendent for a multi-billion dollar company that specializes in commercial construction. So, I've moved around a lot going from project to project. And that’s taken me from South Carolina to Texas, Arizona, Nevada, Utah, Idaho, California, you name it. But among other things, I’m an avid sports fanatic, an out
doorsman, and a proud husband and father. And on top of all of that, I really enjoy a good story. My wife and I met in college out west, and we married after about a year of seeing each other. When I wrote my first book, we had been married about five years, and we already had two kids. Actually, I started the story the week before our youngest son was born. My mother-in-law had come in from out of town to help out while Marlie was in the hospital, and things were just starting to get crazy around the house. But I guess a story happens when it happens, regardless of whether it’s convenient or not. If you ask my wife, at least at times, it was NOT convenient. But bless her heart for supporting me and being my anchor while I struggled my way through it! I have a bit of a bad habit when it comes to home projects. I’ve never been the kind of guy who likes to start something and not finish it. So, it can be hard for me to put something down to do other (and typically more important) things. When I sat down to write the first chapter of my first book, for example, was right when she was packing up and getting ready to go to the hospital for her C-section. I was there for her, just as any husband should be, but there were a few times when it probably would have been better had I put the laptop down and changed a few more diapers. Bless her for her patience and out-of-this-world parenting skills. As for how my writing career came to be, I’ve got to take a moment to mention some college friends of mine. There were a few different couples during those years with whom we spent nearly all of our time. At one point, one of the above mentioned started to write a book. Until then, it had never really occurred to me that writing a book might be so simple an undertaking (again, for the record, let me just say that it WASN'T). But I was really impressed. And, at one point, I sat down with a bit of an overused idea of my own, and cranked out a whopping two pages before I abandoned the project. About four years later, I had a bachelor’s degree in Construction Management, was well immersed in my field of choice, and my wife was pregnant with our second son. One Saturday night, I had a dream that stuck with me. It was more of a snippet, really. It’s kind of funny how the brain works that way. I dreamt a quick cutout from right in the middle of a story, and my mind kind of filled in the details. When I woke up the next morning, the rest of the family was still asleep (understandably, since my job gets me up at five in the morning every other day of the week). So I sat down on the couch and pulled out my laptop. And with absolutely no idea of how far this would end up going, I wrote down a few of the details. As I went along (with my family still asleep in the back bedroom of our apartment), I couldn’t help but get more and more excited. I created a list of characters, and their purpose in the story. Then I wrote out a "wishlist" of what I wanted to accomplish for those characters. Bridges between them started to form, and plot twists and surprises after that. I wrote out a summary (which was about two pages) of the storyline, and started a timeline. Essentially, it was two pages worth of spoilers. Which, hey, that was alright, because I needed to see the big picture while I was writing. And when it was all set up, the time finally arrived to put pen to paper. The process was long and difficult, but when it was finished, I was so incredibly proud of what I had achieved that I had to sit back and marvel. I felt truly powerful, having created my own universe on the page, and characters as stunningly brilliant as some of the gems I have been privileged to write. That first book was several years ago. And since then, several more books have come to fruition. But every time, the sheer joy of having finished a long and difficult journey to bring a dream to life (and hopefully share that dream with others) is overwhelming and very fulfilling. For those of you who believed in me from the beginning, thank you SO much. You will forever be my heroes. And for those of you I have not met, I hope my work brings you joy, and that you feel the highs and the lows as my stories and characters bring to you the same fulfillment that they have always brought to me. Happy reading, my friends. Much love,
M.G.Moore
01/04/2024
Querying continues!! Have a look at my pitch and let me know if YOU would want to take a peek at my manuscript!!
"When demons surge from the deep to wreak havoc upon mankind, the Enochians are the shield that stands between them. Armed with holy artifacts both ancient and powerful, they have fulfilled this charge for over a thousand years. But this time, the Dark Prince himself is coming to raze the mortal plane. And when the light isn’t strong enough to combat the darkness, the allure to employ evil against her own might be the only alternative."
01/04/2024
Don't you love it when you discover that you made a major typo in your query letter?? "Rites" and "Rights" are not the same thing. Gotta give myself a slap in the forehead for this one!! Geez...
12/12/2023
Just a little tease from my new book:
"When she laid it in his palm, he knew on the instant that this was no ordinary knife. For he felt a sort of consciousness to the blade, as if it had a will of its own. It had a notable thirst, and it seemed in his mind when he was holding it that there was only one way to satisfy that desire; with the blood of an enemy, of whatever spiritual origin that enemy be, holy or unholy.
This was a powerful relic, and one that he instantly preferred to a sage-dipped Sanctum blade.
“Do not lose it,” she instructed, “for it is older than I; and it will serve you well, for there is no armor that it cannot pierce, and no demon or angel, however powerful, that it cannot cut down.”