Emma Philbrook: STUDENT LIFE

It’s been one of those days.

After wasting two cups of good pecans on a batch of gritty pralines, I discovered that one of my college applications is missing some components – in other words, that it is still bound and determined to kill me with a stress-induced apoplexy.

It’s days like these, remarkably, when I make the most progress on my recreational writing projects. Anyone who has ever had more than two undertakings go sour within forty-five minutes of each other can appreciate the appeal of an alternate reality. So I’ll hammer away at overly clichéd science-fiction novels and add a few p...