This is just what the name implies: Each week, I ask someone interesting a question and request that she/he respond in 50 words or less.
Or somewhere in the ballpark of 50 words. That’s why there’s an “-ish.” I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this site isn’t exactly a bastion of rigidity.
You see why I’ve tried to befriend her; I want allies when the shit goes down.
Future calamity notwithstanding, Emmie hunts stories in dark alleys and in stone circles and spends most nights listening for something that goes bump. After growing up with a desperate hope that her DNA would bring her an awesome genetic mutation and the ability to teleport, she naturally began writing about SuperWomen and founded Searching for SuperWomen (Twitter: @WeAreSuperWomen) in May 2013.
Armed with a history degree and a fascination with languages, Emmie often incorporates historical elements into the realm of fantasy in her writing. She still loves the X-Men, but now she creates her own superheroes. I’d say check out her author website—emmiemears.com, which includes a section devoted to Buffy the Vampire Slayer—but it’s pretty impressive-looking, and I don’t want you to start judging my visual aesthetic by comparison.
So instead, I’ll just tell you she’s on Twitter as @emmiemears and is represented by Jessica Negrón of Talcott Notch Literary Services.
I asked my newly appointed bodyguard:
You just launched the Searching for SuperWomen site, which looks kind of amazing. What’s the 411?
Searching for SuperWomen happened when I realized I wasn’t alone in wishing for more female superheroes. I’d also seen awful reports popping up from corners of the geek world, and I wanted to create a positive, safe, welcoming place where geek women and men could come groove on the things we love without fear of harassment.
Seriously. Emmie’s two sites make mine look like it was designed by Beavis and Butt-Head. And that’s only half-true.
Huge thanks to Emmie for stopping by this week and, like I said, having my back against the zombies (I’m just assuming she’s accepting the responsibility at this point). When do you think is too soon to tell her I cried at the end of The Notebook?