I was born in Bruges on June 9th 1964, where I grew up, in a big house on the outskirts of town. I’m the seventh out of seven boys. In the Moeyaert family I tended to disappear a little. I was the kind of child that draws a lot, likes to cut and paste and to build tree- and other houses. I read a great deal and all sorts of books.
When I was ten, I wrote my first longer story about a boy who’s ill. At the age of eleven I started a first book about a secret society. And though becoming a writer was not among my ambitions because my father had told me writing was not an actual profession, I still took the step towards a publisher with my next book.