I live in the Midwest with my amazing husband and our adorable cat. I have always loved to read and write as far back as I can remember. When I was really young, in elementary or middle school, I attended the "Young Authors" conferences, and since then I've adored everything about writing. I love how it makes me feel and how creative it lets me be. I began my writing journey with short stories and poems. I actually began writing some of the poetry included in IN THE REARVIEW in middle and high schools. Then in college I started to put it together as a full novel. It was my first completed novel, and it took over ten years to complete. Since then I have written quite a few works in progress, and I do hope that REARVIEW is just the beginning of my writing career. I love to write in a multitude of genres and categories inducing: Contemporary, Fantasy, Thriller, Horror, Young Adult, New Adult, and Adult.There aren't many genres I'm not willing to try.
In college my mom told me to major in something other than writing, just in case I never got anywhere with such a competitive and creative field. She's a smart lady. My day job is in Human Services, and that is fulfilling as well. But nothing is as exciting as creating my own world and entire people in the midst of a twisting plot. I also love reading, almost as much as I love writing. If you look for me, and I'm not writing, you'll probably find me curled up with a book and a cup of hot coffee or a glass of sweet white wine.
I hope that I get to write and publish forever, because for me it is a life long passion. I aim to paint with my words, so my readers can feel connected to my passion in writing.
I continue to believe that though not every story is for me, and my stories aren't for everyone, every story has a reader. Go find your reader or story, and never stop being creative!
Excerpt- In the Rearview
down at her desk. Her focus moved beyond the assignment in front of her without
actually seeing what she was looking toward. There were lines, spaces of white,
and blobs of writing, but nothing seemed important enough to consider closely. Truthfully
she didn’t care.
She didn’t feel
the need to focus.
Her gaze slowly
moved up to the front of the classroom, and again she fixated on a point past
what was before her. She did not concentrate on the teacher. There was a face,
a moving mouth, but she didn’t connect it with the sounds struggling slowly,
like sticky sludge past her ears. She didn’t hear the instructions being
uttered; each word fell on deaf ears as she mindlessly doodled.
hair around her finger, she thought about how nice it would be to be at home,
in bed, with the curtains closed instead of in this loud and hyper school. It
seemed her classmates had recently started caring too much about what was going
on around them. There was too much drama, too much noise, too much concern
jumping all around her. It was all so taxing.
It was such a
contrast, was usually in a world of her own. Her head felt fuzzy most of the
time, and unless she used a lot of energy, most conversations sounded muffled,
like there was cotton in her ears. She didn’t feel the need to engage anymore.
Her desire to try so hard just to do
what had once come easily had dwindled to nothing. At first she’d tried, but
not now. Not anymore. It had become too difficult to care.
And that was
her biggest problem. Meagan didn’t care much about any of these changes. She
was fine walking through school without any effort. Her feet felt a little
heavier as each day passed, and her head felt a little more under pressure of a
crushing fog that numbed her, but she pushed through it all. She didn’t mind
neglecting what used to bring her excitement. In fact, it was just easier not
to give a crap.
distinctly lackluster these days.
When Meagan’s secret is found out, and she realizes there
is no way to outrun her habit of cutting, she tries to work through it, and her
depression, before she cuts too deep, making a mistake that can never be
Meagan's problems aren't like every
other adolescent's no matter how much she wishes they could be. Hers are worse.
They've pulled her down into the depths of a depression that is anything but
normal. She begins her pattern of self-harm as her depression threatens to
drown her. She starts with one cut that leads to the next, and the next. After
starting, it's apparent that there's no stopping, and Meagan spirals into a
dark and cruel world she doesn't understand. Meagan cuts to feel better, but
that comfort doesn't last long enough, and soon life is worse than it ever was
While learning to quit cutting Meagan
faces life-altering obstacles and grows up in the process. IN THE REARVIEW is a
story of pain, loss, confusion, and hope told through Meagan’s poems, journal
entries, and a splash of narrative.
tag line: Heartbreak, Healing, Hope
Maria Green currently lives in Minnesota, despite
its bitter winters, with her husband. She graduated with a degree in Psychology
and a minor in English. When she isn’t writing, Maria loves to read with a cup
of strong coffee or a glass of sweet wine, craft, and spend time with her
family. This is her first published novel.
*Also available where other ebooks are sold (iTunes, Smashwords,
*Maria Ann's favorite
books in this genre (YA Contemporary):
Thirteen Reasons Why,
You Remind Me of You,
The Catcher in the Rye
*Books she still wants to read in this genre:
Uses For Boys,
Perks of Being a Wallflower,
*Fun facts from Maria Ann: My favorite color is pink, yes still. My lucky number is
13. I love coffee, sweet white wine, and anything chocolate. I love having
painted toenails. Scarves are my favorite Accessory. My favorite season is
fall, and we have beautiful ones in Minnesota. I have a cat named Riley who was
named after the character in National Treasure. My favorite place on earth is
Paris, and I hope to go back someday.
*Fun facts about the book:
Meagan (the main character) went almost ten years without a name. For the
longest time she was just "she" or "her" or "me."
The narrative was the last part to be written. The poems were the first. So far
it is the only YA book I've written. Also, my husband came up with the title.