Liz Butcher resides in Brisbane, Australia, with her husband, daughter and two cats, Pandora and Zeus. While writing is her passion, her numerous interests include psychology, history, astronomy, the paranormal, mythology, reading, art and music, and help fuel her imagination. She also loves being out in nature, whether it be walking through the trees or relaxing at the beach. Liz has previously published ‘Wrath’ in the “Lurking In The Deep” and “Haunting Gemma” in the “Twisted Tales” anthologies and currently has a number of projects in the works.
For as long as I can remember, I have loved to write. There was something magical about transferring what was in my imagination, and putting it on paper for others to read.
I also loved reading the words of favourite authors; from Enid Blyton and Roald Dahl, to Stephen King and Dean Koontz. There was such joy in picking up a novel and transporting myself to another realm.
My proudest moment (and most embarrassing, as is often the way during the teens) was in high school. I was awarded a special Principal’s Award for Excellence in English. My English teacher had decided that there were only so many A+++’s he could award me.
You would think the honour would have encouraged me to pursue my dreams of writing. If I had of continued to have this teacher, that may have been the case.
Long story short, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I was trying to work out what the void in my life was, that I rediscovered my love of writing. Quite literally, a simple idea pushed it’s way to the front of my subconscious:
So I picked up a pen one afternoon and began to write page after page after page. I felt happier than I had in a long time, and felt that I was finally doing what I was meant to do.
Now, like so many writers out there, paid work still had to take precedence. After moving back to Brisbane and returning to full time work, writing has been sporadic. Yet the novel continues to wait patiently for completion.
After some personal set backs, I am more determined than ever to follow my dreams and write, write, write.
Will anything come out of it? Perhaps not, but I will be doing what makes my soul happy – and that’s what is important.