A day in the life of Mike Kellar…or rather, a stolen moment.
Some of you who know me well are familiar with the world of the Fraternity. To those that aren’t, you’re in for one hell of a ride.
The story of Pandora’s Box is a familiar one: Pandora was made by the gods to punish Prometheus by punishing the humans he loved so much. She unlocked a box she was told never to open, freed Evil itself from its confines…but shut the lid just before Hope could escape to be devoured by the Darkness.
The story, however, doesn’t end there. You see…well, I’ll let the main character explain things in brief.
So I’m actually going to start using this site, and with purpose: this blog will play host to my magnum opus…also known as The Novel I Keep Trying To Write.
What you are about to see on this blog is just that: a novel. I will be posting it, chapter by chapter, and as I work I will be giving you all glimpses into the process of creating this world and this race, the philosophies behind the nature of my story…character profiles, in depth looks at the setting, photos of real world inspirations, and possibly vignettes that don’t fit into the novel at large.
When it’s done, and if there’s interest, I will move forward with the next step in the process: publishing, be it myself or through someone who thinks this is cool and wants to help me make some money. I will, hopefully, find like minded souls that may be willing to assist me with some fund raising down the line, but first let me actually produce things you want to look at and read about.
What’s the story? Who’s in it? How long is it going to be?
…that’s a story for another post. For now, please excuse our dust as I try to make this look better and set it up for some serious playtime in the sandbox my brain built. God willing and the creeks don’t rise, it won’t take me too long.
Hope springs eternal.
Onward and upward into part 2 of my 3-part review of this year’s Gallifrey One: Network 23. If you didn’t read the previous installment, I would first encourage you to go back and read part one of my review, and all the disclaimers therein. Once you’re done with that, come back over and we’ll get into the nitty-gritty, nougaty goodness of Day Two.
…what? Wow, done already? You read fast. I applaud you. Ready? Here we go…
I am, quite possibly, the least qualified person on the planet to give a real review of any convention, much less Gallifrey One. By now, the internet is rife with excellent breakdowns, impeccable evaluations, and more reviews than God of an experience that I can only begin to digest. With fifty-odd years of fandom to explore, eleven Doctors total to discover, and an endlessly fascinating array of subcultures to commune with, at best I can only offer an unfair and heavily imbalanced view of the entire thing through the glittering, rose-colored glasses of someone still experiencing the pangs of first love with Doctor Who and the convention experience as a whole.
So, if you’re still with me? Good for you…shall we begin?