C. David Moreland is the pen name of a not-quite-stable introvert with too many ideas and not nearly enough Venus-length days to chase them all. One minute focused, the next off in a whirlwind of rabbit holes. He’s not crazy—just caffeinated, curious, and chronically overcommitted. His doctor blames the coffee; he blames the world for being too damn interesting.
Known by many as “The Chief,” Moreland is a retired, disabled Navy Chief Hospital Corpsman with decades of experience in public health, primary care, and health care management. These days, he spends his time writing, analyzing the world through statistics, and enjoying life near Memphis, Tennessee with his amazing wife, grown children, and the creatures who now run his heart—his grandchildren.
He’s been writing for what feels like forever, but only recently began organizing decades of scattered words into finished works. His catalog spans fiction, nonfiction, essays, and screenplays—some heartfelt, some hilarious, and many unapologetically opinionated. With an ego “the size of the universe and ever-expanding” (his words), he’s confident enough to think he might have something worth saying—and humble enough to expect flying tomatoes.
A lifelong stats geek, The Chief started crunching baseball numbers as a kid in love with Hank Aaron and his Atlanta Braves. That same obsession led him to build statistical models, from solving military logistics to predicting Final Four outcomes (he once finished second in a national pool—if only he hadn’t picked his Memphis Tigers to go just a little farther than the stats allowed).
He also wades regularly into the deep waters of politics and religion—because why avoid the fun stuff? Sometimes wading out so deep, he almost drowns. But then again, what is life without a little adventure.
At the core of everything, though, is joy. “Choose joy,” he says. Not the fleeting kind that needs a reason, but the real kind that comes from simply deciding to live well, love deeply, and write as if your grandchildren are reading.
