I'm just out here, chasing the meth-like high of people saying "hey this isn't completely terrible" about things I have written. 

I am Liz, a rugged mountain woman, living high up in the Rockies with my faithful Siberian Husky and some eco-friendly livestock. I wake each morning before dawn to tend to my modest homestead, spend my days laboring in the upkeep of my property and exploring the woods. In the evenings I sip tea and immerse myself in writing. On the weekends I drive down to town, where I own a small but popular bar. I tend the bar and offer pearls of wisdom to my drunk-but-never-sloppy regulars before retreating back to the solitude of my cabin. It's a wonderful fantasy.

In real life, I am a harried mess of a woman, tragically single, unhappy in her career, and hovering perilously close to 30.

I have a twitter (@letsprioritize) that not even my mother follows and an instagram (@lizptvorik) that is mostly pictures of my dog, and a Facebook (link below) that is so sparsely attended it looks like the one the scammer made of your aunt to steal your grandma's social security number.
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lptvorik lptvorik Jun 21, 2020 09:24PM
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