Most people call me Liz. In high school I was called Lizard Breath a few times. My friend’s dad has been calling me Lizzie Borden since I was eight (he is the only one allowed to do this). My boyfriend calls me hon. Grandpa S. called me Liz but suggested I use the name Liz Lee as my pen name. I use my full name when I write because that is the name I was given by my parents and when I write, it’s the least I can do to pay homage to the people who’ve supported me the most. Don’t get me wrong; my sister Jess has also been there for me, along with countless friends and extended family. But the base of my support comes from my parents. Growing up, they encouraged me to write. They did not guffaw when I told them I wanted to major in creative writing (a major that is difficult to turn into a career). They financed my education so I could grow as a writer. But above all, when things were rough and I was at my lowest, they were there (and Jess, too) to hold me up.
I could publish 100 novels and still never have enough dedication pages to thank all of people who’ve supported me along my way. So I’ll name a few here and hope that the rest know in their hearts that I thank them beyond words:
Mom, Dad, and Jess for the reasons stated above.
Grandma K. for sharing her stories, written and oral, in a way that made me want to share my stories.
Aunt Catherine for being one of my earliest fans and reading all that awful poetry.
Mike, Fred, and Jackie for being my cheerleaders and pushing me to continue writing and getting my work out there.
Grandma and Grandpa S., I miss you and wish you were still around to read my craft today.