Ann M. Noser Interview

Ann M. Noser Grew up as an only child, so she learned to entertain herself. During summer vacations, her greatest form of exercise consisted of turning the pages of a book. Now Ann M. Noser is all grown up, and full of stories half-written in her head. Ann has to write them down so she can find out what happens next.


TDBW: When did you start writing?

Ann: I wrote little stories (less than a page) as a child. I remember drawing pictures for them, and then storing them in yellow envelopes. Unfortunately, none of them remain today.

TDBW: What was the first story you remember writing?

Ann: The earliest one I remember writing was about how my stuffed animals came awake while I slept. Not the most original idea, I’ll admit.

TDBW: What genre is your most preferred?

Ann: I’m a genre hopper. It would be easier for me to list the genres I don’t expect to ever write in: erotica and/or straight romance.

TDBW: What challenges you the most in your writing?

Ann: Finding time to write is the most challenging. Marketing is also challenging.

TDBW: What is your favorite thing about being an author?

Ann: I genuinely love my stories. I feel like I’m bringing something to life, as if these characters really existed and their stories actually happened, and I’m just lucky enough to be able to put them all to paper.

TDBW: What do you like least about being an author?

Ann: Marketing.

TDBW: How many books do you currently have available?

Ann: One is available as of March 2015 (time of writing this). Two more have been accepted and are currently with editors.

Visit Ann M. Noser’s Amazon author page to watch for more exciting books 


TDBW: What projects are you currently working on?

Ann: At this very moment, I’m revising a fairy tale saga.

TDBW: Do you have any books coming out soon?

Ann: Yes, two books.
One is book 2 of the Under the Blood Moon series, entitled HOW TO DITCH DEAD GUYS.
The other is a dystopian entitled DEAD GIRL RUNNING.
(Despite the unfortunate fact that the word “dead” is in both titles, the books are in no way related except by author.)

TDBW: Which book, or series, is your favorite?

Ann: This is an impossible question. I love HP, Narnia, Anne of Green Gables, Laura Ingalls, Hunger Games, and so many more series.
The series I’ve loved more than any other since I was a child would be the Narnia series, if I HAD to pick just one.

TDBW: Who are some of your favorite authors?

Ann: I have hundreds, really.
Let’s just list the authors I’ve recently (and pleasantly) been introduced to: Rainbow Rowell, John Green, Jenny Han, Lisa Genova, Gayle Forman, A.W. Exley, Sherry Ficklin, Matt Cox, Cheryl Strayed, Abbie Williams, and Sharon Bayliss. (Okay, I could go on all day, but you get the idea…right?)

TDBW: Which book(s) inspire you the most?

Ann: Ones where I can turn off my internal editor. I just want to be swept away.

TDBW: Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what band(s) do you play?

Ann: It varies with the book. Currently, I’ve been listening non-stop to the Edward Scissorhands soundtrack.

TDBW: Any hobbies?

Ann: Running, reading, hiking, and gardening (pretty unsuccessful because of all the deer here, but I try).

TDBW: Tell us some more about yourself including your website and where we can find you on social media sites:

My website:



TDBW: Care to share a bit of one of your books with us?

The main character, Emma, is mildly curious about witchcraft but was never really exposed to it (by her knowledge) until her roommate’s sister works a love spell.

“Oh, Moon, upon me shine.
Steal his heart and make it mine.
Guide his eyes so he will see
The only one to love is me.
Seize his voice and make him say
That he will never go away.
Change his plans and claim his mind
Make both intertwine with mine.
Oh, Moon, oh, Stars, upon me glow,
And force his love for me to grow.”
After this spell is read, things change for Emma, only she doesn’t know it yet.
After Chrissy finishes, Angie takes the paper. She ignites each bottom corner with a separate candle. We watch as flames crawl up the spell. Angie lets go at the last second, and a single weakly glowing ember floats down to the ground.
I stare at the red spark until it disappears. In the silence that follows, I wait for someone to play a haunting Beethoven melody to fill the empty air.
Instead the wind begins to stir. Through the darkness, I hear whispers calling my name. I glance over my shoulder to see if someone is really there. An image of the dead floating body flashes through my mind, but I dismiss it. I can’t think about that, or I’ll go crazy.
Emma might think she’s crazy, but she’s right about the voices. It takes her a very long time to learn to listen. And then she doesn’t like what she hears.


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