Lizbeth Selvig
Contemporary Romance with a Twist of Faith
Contemporary Romance with a Twist of Faith
BIOGRAPHY
GROWING UP
Growing up in Minneapolis, Minnesota with three brothers and no sisters definitely shaped my personality. Even though my girl friends were great, I was much prouder of the fact that I was the only female allowed into the neighborhood Boys Only club. Girlie stuff (with exception of the occasional Barbie play date) was simply a waste of time. Baseball, climbing trees, begging my parents for a horse, and avoiding wearing dresses at all costs were much more fun--and seemed much more fair. After all, girls simply didn't have any fun in life.
Imagine my surprise when, after years of my tolerant mother putting up with me wanting to BE a guy, like one of the Beatles or the Monkees, I looked up at a picture of Paul McCartney on my wall one day--and fell in love. Like a doggone proper girl.
Making up stories was second nature to me. As far back as I can remember I told myself tales when I went to bed. As I got older and competent enough, I started writing them down. When most girls were reading themselves to sleep, I was writing until the wee hours.
Yup, it started young. Here I am at age four.
After the momentous epiphany over the poster from Tiger Beat Magazine, all my written tales were romances. At first, they were romances about Davy Jones and Bobby Sherman and Paul. Then I discovered my own characters, and writing became more than a bedtime activity, it became a passion.
It took lots of years, fantastic adventures, the raising of two children, and a real-life love affair that is still going on, to get my stories ready-for-prime time. Suffice it to say--girls, I've learned, have ALL the fun. And my love affair with romance novels has never died.
Growing up in Minneapolis, Minnesota with three brothers and no sisters definitely shaped my personality. Even though my girl friends were great, I was much prouder of the fact that I was the only female allowed into the neighborhood Boys Only club. Girlie stuff (with exception of the occasional Barbie play date) was simply a waste of time. Baseball, climbing trees, begging my parents for a horse, and avoiding wearing dresses at all costs were much more fun--and seemed much more fair. After all, girls simply didn't have any fun in life.
Imagine my surprise when, after years of my tolerant mother putting up with me wanting to BE a guy, like one of the Beatles or the Monkees, I looked up at a picture of Paul McCartney on my wall one day--and fell in love. Like a doggone proper girl.
Making up stories was second nature to me. As far back as I can remember I told myself tales when I went to bed. As I got older and competent enough, I started writing them down. When most girls were reading themselves to sleep, I was writing until the wee hours.
Yup, it started young. Here I am at age four.
After the momentous epiphany over the poster from Tiger Beat Magazine, all my written tales were romances. At first, they were romances about Davy Jones and Bobby Sherman and Paul. Then I discovered my own characters, and writing became more than a bedtime activity, it became a passion.
It took lots of years, fantastic adventures, the raising of two children, and a real-life love affair that is still going on, to get my stories ready-for-prime time. Suffice it to say--girls, I've learned, have ALL the fun. And my love affair with romance novels has never died.
FAMILY
I've been married to my wonderful husband, Jan, for as long as I can remember, and he's still my White Knight.
We have a daughter who is an equine veterinarian and runs a non-profit organization for retired racehorses. She's married to our smart son-in-law, a successful attorney.
Our son is a recording engineer, has played in various iterations of a rock band since 2002, and also holds down a "real" office job. His beautiful new wife works with disadvantaged adults and teaches piano lessons.
These amazing people give me more inspiration for stories than they'll ever know.
Very importantly, there's also our dog, Magic the Wonder Border Collie. She's getting older, but she's still gorgeous and smart even though she suffers from severe hyperactive disorder. She makes up games with as much relish as I make up stories.
I've been married to my wonderful husband, Jan, for as long as I can remember, and he's still my White Knight.
We have a daughter who is an equine veterinarian and runs a non-profit organization for retired racehorses. She's married to our smart son-in-law, a successful attorney.
Our son is a recording engineer, has played in various iterations of a rock band since 2002, and also holds down a "real" office job. His beautiful new wife works with disadvantaged adults and teaches piano lessons.
These amazing people give me more inspiration for stories than they'll ever know.
Very importantly, there's also our dog, Magic the Wonder Border Collie. She's getting older, but she's still gorgeous and smart even though she suffers from severe hyperactive disorder. She makes up games with as much relish as I make up stories.
GRANDBABIES, ER, ANIMALS
Our children have blessed us with grandchildren of a very unusual nature: they all have four legs.
Check out our extended family zoo.
Serena Ghost Cricket Elton
Spoofin Chief Gauge Jedi
Sydney Stew Roo
Bravo Libby Ariel Kelso
Stanley Bella Dexter
Larry
