About

Like William Holman Hunt’s ‘Lady of Shalott’, after one glimpse of the outside I unravel. In fact, I want to. What a power, to have a mind let loose.

But it’s not let loose. Not yet. I’m British, after all. Euphemisms burden our pillow talk. Never mind Fifty Shades of Grey; it’s Fifty Shades of “How-Not-to-Say”.

This blog is my bid for virtual freedom. A symptom of modernity, I suppose: the pursuit of liberation within the unfettered realm of cyberspace. Familiars frequenting your words like trespassers on your lips. By morning we’ve forgotten our names.

Here, I will rant and rave and follow the rabbit hole. I’m a PhD student of Victorian Gothic Literature, but I’m unconvinced I can keep all of those monsters on lock down in my head. So wordvein lets my brain bleed a little, so the monsters can feed.

But I’m more than a PhD student. I’m an introverted socialite, a spinster of uncertain contentment, and a frustrated writer. I’m a devout atheist, left-winger, and feminist. That’s the shorthand version, the most honest version I am comfortable to share with ghost-readers.

So here I shall endeavour to record my progress, while questioning the meaning of “progress”.