Ellie has been know to fight lion tamers and live for days on end immersed the circus. It is rumored that her run down jeep is actually a priceless family heirloom given to her by a rich ex-king of France. Why he could not afford a better car is beyond all gossipers' understanding, but thus the story grows hazy. This car is constantly playing music she considers great, usually with an ironic name. Her novel is still in process though... though nothing, progress means bouncing between seemingly indomitable writer's block and sudden bouts of inspiration. She can be found in her natural habitat at poetry readings, cursing over work, drawing until her fingers cramp and making up lame bios for herself at three in the morning.
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