Hi. My name's Liz, and I'm a recovering lawyer. For as long as I can remember, I've entertained myself by creating stories in my mind. Some made me laugh. Some made me cry. All made me appear emotionally disturbed to the people around me. After practicing law for a couple of years, I returned to school to pursue yet another degree (I didn't feel I was deep enough in debt). There, I rediscovered the joy of being bored to tears in class. One day, I put pen to paper (okay, fingertips to keyboard) and instead of taking notes on thermohaline circulation, I jotted down some dialogue running through my head. (My mid-term results were not pretty.) I haven't stopped writing since.