YAY! So I have been busy... 2:05 a.m. is now done and will be out at the end of September. I have just chosen a cover artist, and the editor and I are busy doing some polishing to the book! I can't wait to share this story with you!
Here is a blurb...
After spending all her life trying to be normal, Nova gives up. She isn’t like everyone else. When a recent break-up highlights her limitations, the crushing realization drives her deeper into work. Content in her private world and with no desire to change, she finds herself pulled into a mission that takes her away from her safe and secluded life.
Arrow has been trapped in a cage for, well, he can’t recall, but he is ready to be free. As the water base crumbles around him, he fears his chances of getting out alive. When his “Angel” appears, she’s what he’s been searching for all his life, and his soul knows her. But his angel doesn’t know who he is, nor does she care, and she resists helping him.
This unlikely pair starts an alliance, and a train ride alters them forever. Before long they will uncover the dark past that hunts Arrow, and the even darker future that awaits them both. Life for Arrow is about to become real, and for someone as crazy as Nova, this one man turns out to be the stability in her unpredictable world.
For anyone who read Grinding My Gears...
Yes, this is the baby that Gears and Luna were given at the end of the book.
She's all grown up now!
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Thanks for reading! I am soooo EXCITED!
I hope everyone had a nice 4th of July!
I have not slept in days. Part of that reason is that my other half isn't next to me and the other part is because the fireworks kept me up for days. I am supper happy the holiday is over! Sometimes when I can smell the smoke of the fireworks, I wake in a panic. PTSD is a bitch. After days of jumpy insomnia, I finally got some rest last night.
So, last night I thought I was in a deep sleep. I might have been, but I wasn't sure. I was out and then a man wrapped his arms around my shoulders. I work up with a start. His head was close to mine and his lips were next to my ear. I tried to rise and pull away from his grip. When I pushed on his shoulders, he spoke to me in a low deep voice.
"Hi. My name is Glenn," he said.
At first, I tired to process why a man was hugging me. I was in a sleep fog and I went with my natural reaction.
"I don't fucking care. Get off of me, Glenn."
I pried my eyes opened and sat up. I was alone. To the general silence I simply said, "No means no, Glenn."
If that was a ghost, that guy bugs me. If not, I think I need to get some real sleep. I can't wait until I am curled happily around my better half. Two more days...
So here it is! It's up for sale! (Amazon, Goodreads, Kobo, and Barnes & Noble)
I had one Critique Partner who told me my heart wasn't in this book and it wasn't as good as some of my other work. I have thought long and hard about that. I will be honest, I wrote this faster, so maybe that's what is missing, but it still holds a place in my heart. I had passion for this work. Chen-Ning (A secondary character) especially amused me. I hope he gets under your skin. Also, the character Luna that meets Gears is based loosely on someone very special in my life. She is full of mysterious wisdom that sometimes dumbfounds you, but always lifts your spirit.
If you get a chance to read this... please share with me your thoughts and as always, I love the reviews! They mean the world to me. Thanks!
5 DAYS AND COUNTING DOWN!!!
Hey everyone! I am pumped for Grinding My Gears An (Off the Rails) Ice Era Chronicle. It releases this FRIDAY, June 30th. This is a story for Gears, the secondary character who was best friends with Rea MacBain. (Mac)
I would love for you to check it out. It is on pre-order right now for 1.99 on Amazon. It is also on Kobo, Goodreads, and Barnes&Nobel.
I love to write. When I first started, this was simply a project that my spouse and I shared as a hobby. We wrote, laughed, made up endings, and talked about a different world then the one in which we live
But some days the fear of what I'm doing is almost paralyzing.
You see, every so often, I question if I'm good enough to keep up at this complicated endeavor of creating a world and getting it down on paper. My wife eats books like locus, and I see all the other talented and amazing writing out there. When I stare at the shelves of books that surround me. I wonder why did I toss my hat into the ring? The answer to that question came to me from a random conversation I had not to long ago.
My sister-in-law, Sarah, was sharing a story about a friend she works with in Atlanta. (Side note: Sarah is an amazing massage therapist. If you're ever in Atlanta, go get a massage.) Anyway, Sarah was telling her friend about how, when faced with a big problem on what to do, you have to ask yourself "Will it matter in ten years?"
That thought struck me hard. Every day that I struggle with learning to write, with improving my craft, and not becoming discouraged, I remind myself of this very idea.
You know what? In ten years this will matter to me. What will mean something is the fact that no matter the path I am on (I might never make a million dollars or be on the New York Times Bestsellers list) writing gives me a feeling I don't have words for. I love the irony in that. All the words I put down can never describe the warmth in my chest when I finish the last edit or type the last word on the page.
Dreams are a funny beast, but they're worth chasing. Today I will dust myself off and slip on my running shoes.
My wife has a therapist at the V.A. I was complaining of pain and she went and told on me. That's right she TOLD on me.
Anyway, so I end up in Urgent Care at the V.A. Now, for those of you who have never been to a V.A hospital I will try to describe it a tad. Keep in mind, all are different and I can only tell you what the one is like near me.
So, in the V.A, it is filled with old men, nurses, and a handful of us younger veterans. I think there is something that kind of gets me about being surrounded by all those shuffling old men. I just want to screw around the minute I get in there. I don't know why exactly, but I think it's just this feeling that everyone is so dreary, and I desperately don't want the place to bring me down.
As I get admitted to Urgent Care (because my wife is making me) I get introduced to this very young, "Handsome", male doctor. I'm not into men but I feel this is the best description. After I go over my health issues, which my wife is chiming in on, the doc says "I would like to check your prostate."
I'm of the mind set that whatever I have to do to help me feel better is fine, so I start to loosen my belt. The doctor then says "I know you younger men don't like to do this." At which point I reply "It's fine with me, but I warn you I had chilly last night." Then I promptly drop my pants.
My wife laughed for like ten minutes. There is something about making a young doctor stutter and stammer while giving you a rectal exam that is a little funny.
After he finished, my wife looks to the doctor with a mischievous twinkle in her eye and pipes up. "So when can I have sex with my husband again?"
Our doc had almost gained his composure, but not quite. I think he wasn't expecting that, and to be honest, I wasn't either. I held in my smile.
The doc says "Well, it's up to you, Connor, but right now if you want."
My wife says without missing a beat. "We cant right now.... you're in the room."
The look on the doctor's face was priceless. Yeah, if you get a chance to tease a doctor it's kind of fun. I am fairly sure that even once I'm an old man, I will still want to joke with those hardworking nurses and doctors at the V.A. I appreciate them. Truly, I do.
I have been pondering a George Orwell quote for the past few days. It was in the Notable & Quotable section of the Wall Street Journal and shared with me by a family member. (Thank you Matt.)
Here is the quote: "All writers are vain, selfish, and lazy, and at the bottom of their motives lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout with some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon whom one can neither resist nor understand."
I have mediated on this for days now and no matter how I go over it, I still end up feeling like I equally disagree with George Orwell, and also agree at the same time.
You see, I have met writers now in the Troll River Publishing house and I would describe none of them as vain or lazy or selfish. They are all generous, hardworking and... If they are vain I've never seen it. However, I have considered the aspect of writing (Especially editing as I am editing Grinding My Gears right now.) and I would agree that there is some demon inside of me that is a mystery. I can not resists the lure of my keyboard or the constant babble of the characters in my head.
As for writing being like a painful illness, I don't know what George Orwell was doing but I don't find it painful. I say that now, but I guess it might hurt once I see my first edits come back from the publishing house. Maybe he just had a mean editor?
He should have met my favorite Troll Stephanie then maybe he wouldn't have considered it quite so bad.
For about the last decade my New Year's Celebration is my wife and I looking into the future. We gain a new perspective on what we are about to face in the upcoming year. Each year we watch movies that take place in the up coming year. This year's 2017 celebration included two horribly great videos, Barb Wire with Pamela Anderson, and Cherry 2000 with a very young Melanie Griffith.
My wife and I had a few family and friends over to partake in our annual entertainment. The mixed company made the movies that much better. Each film turned into our own private Mystery Science Theater. I personally was more thrilled with the commentary. Pamela Anderson always spoke like she was forcing air out while trying to talk. It reminded me of a woman who was trying way to hard to sound sexy. "Half the money? Fine. I'll take half of your daughter". I am not sure if I should be turned on, or appalled she wants to cut a teen in half. Talk about getting mixed signals there. However, Melanie Griffith's voice didn't fit the part either. She was suppose to be this harden "Tracker", but her voice is something you would hear on Teletubbies. I couldn't take her character seriously. The lead bad guy takes the prize for best lines though. You would think the boss, Lester, would have a military like control over his men, but he doesn't. Lester comes off strong yet endearing. "Be friendly, yet firm, and don't break anything. Especially you". "We're counting on you men. Keep the sun out of your eyes, and be yourselves". Yes, those are actual lines from Cherry 2000.
I look forward to next year's party. Our movie list consists of Iron Sky, Rollerball, and Termination Salvation so far.
I want to warn you all as we head into 2017... We need to wear more leather, listen to grunge music, and... Toaster ovens are what we use as money. Just a heads up.
My wife and Mother-in-law are putting together a "Meet the Author" Event at the bookstore for 1:05 a.m. An ice Era Chronicle. I am honored that they are going through all this preparation. I would tell them it isn't necessary, but I'm pretty sure that would burst their balloons. (That's both literal and figurative.)
Anyway, i know some of you (the ones near me in Minnesota) will be stopping by. I am excited to visit with some of my friends and who knows, I might even make some new ones. I know what you're thinking... isn't he a crabby war vet? Yes I am, but I will be charming for that afternoon. I promise.
I am continuously getting myself into trouble. I have spent countless days and nights pouring over this novel, and I am sure there will be even more books to follow. I have neglected household chores, vehicle maintenance, and my responsibilities to my volunteering to name a few. There is one person who deserves my undying praise through this whole process. That person is my best friend and my wife.
Monica, you are amazing! My wife is the tug boat that moves my over-sized dreams around. She has pushed, pulled, and reorganized my life to have everything fall into place. Monica is solely responsible for researching out publishing houses, and selecting Stephanie with the Troll River Publications. Not only does she cover my butt with household chores, Monica is one of my mostest, bestest, critical editors. Without you this book would still be under my bed, or worse, still stuck in my head.
This all started about three years ago on a long road trip. Monica talked about books she has read, and how she couldn’t find the book she wanted to read. That is when I told her my idea of a book. I had her hooked. Now I should admit she added the love story to the novel. I don’t regret her additions at all. Watching Karma and Rea’s story unfold on the pages before our eyes has been amazing. I look forward to seeing what comes of Nova and Arrow. 2:05 a.m. An Ice Era Chronicle (Book 2)
I love you, Bestie!
C.M. Moore is the pen name for a retired soldier, and a romantic at heart. After Connor was blown up in Afghanistan and received a purple heart, he began writing with his wife. Connor’s first book 1:05 a.m. is a mixture of love, sex, and action. If you want to contact him send him a message. He loves messages!