Liz was born on a mound of earth in a shire somewhere in the middle of England (where all the hobbits come from.) Her first story, 'My Summer Holiday' was praised highly by her teacher and it earned her a gold star. Due to this overwhelming success, she swore to carry around a notebook and crayon for her entire life, though this has made it hard for her as she has yet to have learned how to use a pen. After three drug-fuelled years at university studying Creative Writing and spending far too much time with gay men, she now resides in her fully-padded loft writing stories about manlove and drinking absinthe. Her parents hope the drug-treatment will kick in any day now.