This is Emily K. Martin. Don’t forget the “K” because I’m sure there are a thousand Emily Martins out there who write young adult fiction and an occasional, fascinating short story or poem, usually about, well, running, but if you use the “K” you can at least whittle the possibilities down to the triple digits where if you dig further, you can pick me out of the Emily K. Martins as the one with a brown ponytail (ignore the grays) and the ancient pink ipod playing pop music at top volume like she’s some sort of teenager. Maybe that’s why I like to write from the teenage perspective where it’s pretty cool to blast music, talk about things like Spring Break (yeah, baby) and zits (still got em), and be logically considering what I want to be when I grow up and have indisputable confidence that I will figure it out by the time I’m 39–oh wait a minute, that didn’t happen. Oh well, I’m just going to keep on writing and see if anyone is listening, and maybe make enough money to buy a new ipod. A girl’s gotta dream.