Ye gods and little fishes I hate writing these things.

I live in London in a garret and try to scrape a living writing stories, making jewellery, doing screenprints and drawing pictures.

I plan to get published, get consumption, get committed to Bedlam, get rescued by my Byronic lover and later die of a chill I caught whilst dancing in Hyde park in the rain. Oddly all of the above is easier said than done (even the getting committed part.) Ah well.

I haven't posted many stories here because I don't often write fanfic, but sometimes I do and here seemed more suitable than LJ.