Emma G Rose intended to become a kick-ass girl reporter like Nellie Bly, until the Christmas Eve she stood on a riverbank waiting for rescue divers to pull a body from the water. That's when she stopped waiting and wandered off to explore the world instead. People who keep track of this sort of thing call her writing speculative fiction. It's a fancy name for what you get when you mix up a dash of sci-fi, a dose of fantasy, and a sprinkling of humor, then add in one of the big life-shaping questions. You know the ones. They usually start with why. As in: Why are we here? What did this happen? And why should we keep hoping for the future?
