Parsing Nonsense

About me

This is what I look like on my best days.

Hi! My name is Erika Mitchell and I’m a writer. I write lots of stuff, like blogs, books, short stories, and the occasional instructional how-to. I’ve been writing since I was little but only started getting paid to do it in 2007. My first book just got published in June 2011. It’s called PWNED and you can find out more about it here.

I have a BA in Psychology that I’ve never used, my favorite color is yellow, and the coolest thing I’ve ever done was participate in a group a cappella rendition of “Bohemian Rhapsody” on a bus in Puerto Vallarta Mexico (I was in a large group of American tourists who had just finished touring a tequila distillery).

I’m married to Wes. We’ve been married since 2005 and we still really like each other even though the first time he told me he loved me I told him to go f*** himself. It’s a long story. Did I mention that we met at Red Robin? He was my waiter. I like my true love with a side of French fries.

This is what Wes looks like when he's suspicious of you.

We have a son, too. I haven’t mentioned him yet. His name is Aidan and he’s awesome. He’s loud though. People always seem surprised by this, which is surprising considering that Wes and I are both loud too. Maybe people just think the loud genes don’t transfer? Anyway, Aidan is unimpressed that his mother is a published author. If I could chuff and whistle like Thomas the Train, then maybe he’d be impressed.

This is what Aidan would look like if he was the youngest Padawan in Jedi history.

We live in a small suburb about fifteen miles away from Seattle, but I usually just tell people I live in Seattle because “a small suburb about fifteen miles away from Seattle” takes a long time to say. I’m not from around here, though. I grew up in Orange County, CA and was transplanted here when I was fourteen. It was not an amicable transplant but they have cute guys up here so I made the best of it. Then I married a local so now I’m stuck even though there’s infrequent sunshine.

I kid, sort of. I like it here. I’d like it a lot more if I could see the sun more often during the winter, but it could be a lot worse. Like if I lived in the bottom of a bucket in Seattle.

So that’s me. Any questions? Feel free to email me at: ErikaMitchellBooks{at}gmail{dot}com