I am as unnoticeable as a far off star in the night sky. You see the twinkling lights, but can't focus on them; they look the same. I am grey, fading into the back of a canvas that is bedecked with bright colours. I am unnoticed, as the wood that supports the great artwork is overlooked.

Yet I am the waves: as numerous as the stars; I swirl and cavort at my own leisure.

I am fine with that.

Hi, my name's Ellie. Usually, I'm found at the computer, feverishly writing or reading or talking a mile a minute. I'm not social; I just hide in my bunker (my room) and theoretically watch the world go round.

Watch, yeah right. Watching for me would be like me winning the Olympics (I'm awful at sport, by the way) but the subtle difference between me and other blindies is that I couldn't really care. (Sorry, fellow blind friends...)

Anyway: I'm sorry if I put you off with my abrasive attitude - I'm a little like my character Aya in that respect.

Just to... Clarify. In my stories, none of my characters are going to be amazing sunshine-rainbow-skippy-fairies. They won't be nice, so that is why I'm stressing that my views do not reflect theirs - most of the time.

Have fun reading whatever I churn out.