Hi, I’m Emma. I’m a writer.
The first story I ever wrote was a Monkey Island fan fiction in the early ’90s; the golden-haired, wannabe pirate Guybrush Threepwood came to life, sat on the shoulder of a young girl and helped her find her voice when she felt overwhelmed by her school bullies.
What I wouldn’t give to find the old 3-1/2 inch floppy disk I saved that to.
There have always been stories inside me, but I got a little sidetracked with life. In 2018, I pressed a kind of self-destruct button on my life, and finally redirected my efforts back to those untold stories.
To legitimize my existential crisis, I enrolled in a Bachelor of Fine Arts, majoring in Creative Writing at the Queensland University of Technology. It was the best decision I’ve made in my adult life; giving myself the time and space to unfurl a creative part of myself changed (and ultimately saved) my life.
I write stories across several genres; from psychological thrillers, gothic horror, fantasy, adventure, to noir crime. Truth is, I’m still feeling out all the nooks and crannies of my creative brain, so when an idea sparks I tend to run with it.
I love stories that sneak around the shadows and pop out unexpectedly from dark corners. I love stories that grab you somewhere deep in your guts, and twist. I write about love and longing, dystopian futures, and occasionally zombies.
My work is inspired by years of serial killer obsession and insomnia-driven true crime binges on Netflix. It is fueled by gnawing anxiety about the end of the world, and the mother in me always trying to balance hopelessness and hopefulness in my thinking.
I live in Brisbane, Australia with my husband, our children and our two dogs.
You can get in touch with me at mail [at] emmabust.com
I am also on Twitter, and I’m terrible at it.