For eighteen years I have been working on an novel, carefully working on a plot of the grandest proportions. In short, "Fall Prometheus" continues stories of Greek mythology from where Homer, Ovid and Dante left them, to where Chaucer and Shakespeare found them. It is genuinely a novel of biblical proportions. Now, after these eighteen years, I have realised I cannot write it. Simply put, I am not a novelist, and perhaps I never will become one.

But this is not a sad thought. Neither is it the premature death of a great idea. Not at all. The greatest stories are written by many writers rather than individual ones. Shakespeare may have been Marlowe or De Vere instead, or perhaps as well. The works of Homer may have been written by more than one as well, and certainly depend on oral tradition from a great many storytellers. This is certainly the case with the works of the Grimm brothers, and of course the Bible. For Fall Prometheus to be at home on such a book shelf then, it really does not need me to write it. And why, if epics such as Lawrence of Arabia have a cast of thousands and a crew of hundreds.. Why if it took dozens of workers to erect the Eiffel Tower.. Why should a story like this have just one narrator?

Therefore, I am looking for fellows. Fellow scholars, poets, historians, philosophers, story tellers, translators, editors, adventurists, dreamers, readers, realists and of course writers. If the promise of inspiring work does not seduce you, perhaps the chance to rank along the world's greatest ever writers will. Get in touch if you'd like to register your interest. Come forth if you dare aspire, to not get left behind.