A hopelessly romantic, harmlessly eccentric authoress, Scrubsie occasionally lapses into third person when writing biographies (much to her chagrin), and can be found writing/reading fic in the wee small hours when her insomnia is at its worse. She tends to ramble about her dog and overuse the words "farce" and "oy vey" in everyday speech, though she is trying to cut back.
When she isn't writing fic, she can be found studying English and anthropology, fangirling the last book she read with her sister, and taking care of her foxhound mix, whom she adores. |
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