People grow on trees. Diplomats from another planet negotiate through sculpture. An angel screws up, and a sixteen-year-old mutant runs away. Mingling science fiction and fantasy, these short stories explore the inner worlds of idiosyncratic outcasts and misfits, as rich as the outer worlds that reject them. (Adapted from the 2013 short story collection "If the World Ended, Would I Notice?")
My first name is Erika. Not Erica. Not Ericka. My last name is Hammerschmidt, which has thirteen letters, including five consonants in a row. People still find it easier to spell than my first name.
In college I majored in German and Spanish. I also accidentally minored in art, just by taking so many art classes for the fun of it. I grow my own vegetables and sew my own clothes. I am obsessed with pet birds and reptiles. I make jewelry that looks like a Renaissance Fair gone wild.
I'm an author, artist and speaker who moved from Minnesota to Pennsylvania, and then to Los Angeles. Going by temperature, I'm on the road to hell.
I work in a pharmacy as well as giving speeches on autism and writing books.