David Stevens

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Kaleidotropic, dude

In Uncategorized on December 31, 2016 at 5:04 pm

Goodbye 2016, but thank you for your last parting gift to me! My story, ‘The Big Reveal’, has just been published in the Winter 2017 edition of Kaleidotrope. Life, death, the great beyond, everlasting misery and terror, crazy parents, gangsters (aka lawyers), what a great way to start the new year / see out the old year, must … read … David’s … gasp … story … must read … the whole … edition … NOW!

This is my 12th published story, and I’m very happy for it to be in such great company and in such a cool magazine. Read it for free online.

Meditations for the new year

In Uncategorized on December 31, 2016 at 4:50 pm

You’d think I’d have some new quotes, but no, my meditations are exactly the same as three years ago:

“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.”

-Snow Crash, Neal Stephenson

“Ideas are far more powerful than guns. We don’t allow our enemies to have guns, why should we allow them to have ideas?”

– Joseph Stalin

“An answer for the rich. Start crying, weep for the miseries that are coming to you. Your wealth is all rotting, your clothes are all eaten up by moths. All your gold and your silver are corroding away, and the same corrosion will be your own sentence, and eat into your body, it was a burning fire that you stored up as your treasure for the last days. Labourers mowed your fields , and you cheated them – listen to the wages that you kept back, calling out, realise that the cries of the reapers have reached the ears of the Lord of hosts. On earth you have had a life of comfort and luxury, in the time of slaughter you went on eating to your heart’s content. It was you who condemned the innocent and killed them, they offered you no resistance.”

-The letter of St James

“And of course I’d lie to myself, telling myself there was still time, it wasn’t too late, there were novelists who didn’t get started until they were fifty, hell, even sixty. probably plenty of them.”

– On Writing, Stephen King

These are some of the things I think about when I wake up very early in the morning.

Happity happy new year, brothers and sisters in this great sweaty undertaking.