About Kimberly Moore

The Short Version (in the distant and awkward third person):

Kimberly Moore is an internationally published author. Having finally escaped her first career as an educator, she now happily works in the government sector. She lives in Kentucky these days and has a blissfully simple life.

The Long Version (more than you want to know and in awkward first person):

A therapist once said to me, “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t understand how you’ve survived all these years, held down jobs, interacted with so many people, and you’ve never been institutionalized.” Looking back, it is an incredible feat.

I owe survival, at least in some small part, to having an overactive imagination, which helped rationalize my upbringing into something tolerable and gave me the impetus to write.

In all honesty, about 98% of everything I write is trash. It correlates with my photography. I take hundreds of photos of my cats, and among them, there is occasionally one that is exceptionally pleasant to see. There’s a blind pig and acorn analogy that fits.

Why do I write? To release the monsters from my head. When I tell people that, they assume I write horror. I don’t usually write horror, but there is usually an element of darkness, morbidity, and fear somewhere in the plot.

As for where I began and my journey thus far, I endured a miserable childhood, even by Gen X standards (see earlier therapist’s remark). I was born in a small town in Tennessee. I was an excellent student, although sleep-deprived and frequently absent, and I ended up with a double major and international semesters. After all that hard work, I ended up in education. Interesting karma for someone who slept through school when she bothered to show up.

I worked for 29 years in various high schools in several states, loathing every second of the work but enjoying the people for the most part. In those years I did what most people do—fell in love a few times, had a disaster marriage, lived with a few people, got into some debt, traveled the world, made friends, lost friends, explored what’s out there and reached my own conclusions.

Now I live in a 19^th-century house with a ghost or two, and I’m proud to say I’m no longer teaching, which has increased my happiness exponentially. Quitting teaching and not having children are two things I did right in my life. Those, I will never regret.

I have a few regrets, but what’s done is done. In my youth, I was too screwed up to know what I was doing.

I work for the state in a low-responsibility job, which I feel is a just reward for all the suffering I endured in my former career.

I am not affiliated with any organized religion. I’m a daily meditator, which I picked up from years of Buddhism. I was brought up in extreme conservative Christianity, to which I am grateful for showing me how not to live.

Politically, I lean to the left. However, I am right-handed and avoid making left turns. Physically, I try not to lean at all.

I am fascinated with castles, architecture in general, miniatures, pandas and polar bears, and I consider myself a connoisseur of tea.

I live with two free-loading but cute cats, and I obey them without question.

Random trivia about me (how are you still reading this?)

I enjoyed the isolation of COVID. The disease, not so much.

I don’t understand why wasps exist.

I enjoy writing poetry, admiring it for five minutes, then deleting it.

Funerals, I’ll attend. Weddings, no thanks.

The Great British Baking Show is responsible for about 90% of the baking I’ve done in the past 10 years.

I’m trilingual and trying to add Italian to the mix. It turns out I’m only getting it confused with the other romance languages.

Feedback on my work is always welcome, even if it’s negative. No joke.