Who is Elizabeth Earle?

Elizabeth was born with her head in the clouds of faerie dust and has never stopped inhaling. A military brat, she had seven unique homes before putting down roots in Eastern Washington (much to her chagrin - the area lacks rainforests). She has two wildly supportive parents and two worry-inducing younger brothers; thankfully she no longer lives with any of them.
She has been writing intensively for most her life; first in advanced English classes throughout school, then during a writing-heavy B.A. in Social Sciences, and now professionally. Aside from self publishing, Elizabeth also writes reports for the C-Suite and Directors of a Fortune 10 company.
In her spare time, Elizabeth likes to play complicated board games or Dungeons & Dragons, watch bad movies and beloved sitcoms she’s already memorized, and fall into the yawning maw known as “Photoshop experimentation.” She reads voraciously, sleep be damned, and is learning tarot if only to justify her gratuitous deck collection. She also enjoys hosting parties, making desserts, and slowly murdering innocent houseplants.
Elizabeth is honored by the companionship of the bestest cat in the world, Gypsy, and commits an embarrassing amount of time and money and effort and peril to the pursuit of spoiling her rotten.

1. When a distinguished but elderly scientist states that something is possible, he is almost certainly right. When he states that something is impossible, he is very probably wrong.
2. The only way of discovering the limits of the possible is to venture a little way past them into the impossible.
3. Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.

— Clarke's Three Laws