In a simple little synopsis' shall i divulge a certain bit, about a homely girl and her life adrift.
She not the tallest nor has eyes of blue, but simple little browns ones that peak out at you. 
Her hair isn't fine but curly and red, regardless of the times she's dyed it, it still managed to hold on like a thread. 
She wouldn't call herself popular, sane or meek but she counted her blessings and the friends in reach.
Always with a smile and her head in the clouds, she constantly wrote down each idea as they poured out.

I like to write it all except scifi, and love things based in different time periods, especially before the 1940's.