It started when I won first prize in a local writing competition in my home town (with Death walks round the world). To test the water, in 1985 I applied for a regional Arts Council bursary: if successful, I planned to start writing more seriously; if I wasn't, I'll only write when I feel like it. I did receive it, and have since built a body of work amounting to over 50 short stories (with 11 at late draft stage) and three short novels (two still in progress). Most of my writing would now be described as Speculative fiction
, a current category that has mutated from other sometimes more restrictive classifications such as magic realism and the more literary quarter of science fiction.
After six drafts and a few test readers, I recently submitted my first novel The Waiting Place from Faber Academy and received useful and very encouraging feedback, so am currently focussing on that (and beginning to work out how to find agents) rather than short stories.
After four early stories were published in Declassified Material (1988), my focus shifted to digital art and live performance in various bands, but returned to writing around 2015, particularly after 2018 when it became a primary focus again. Some of these are available below. All but one public reading were at Short Fuse Fiction (2010 and another date I can’t recall), run by Polly Tucket at Leicester’s YMCA Theatre and other venues.
A selection, some have been published (see above).
No-one round here says “hello”. They say “alright”, as if they care how you are or need to check that everything is as it should be, but no-one ever knows because you're just supposed to say “alright” back…
Leaning over the harbour wall I could see my uncle amongst them. Fish with human faces. The first time I saw them I was three years old, and alarmed…
By now, death had walked calmly round the world so many times that the sea no longer took the trouble to get it wet as it crossed the ocean floor…
Out in the desert, they wanted to take off their clothes. She didn't stop at her clothes. She took off her hair…
When he discovered that she was drinking petrol he wasn’t surprised. He had spotted the bottle in her bag. She would take it out, sipping at intervals throughout the day…
The pipes, tubes, meters and walkways gave this machinery the appearance of a pumping station I had once visited—the scale of the equipment evoked the comparison—but I knew at once that what was before me had nothing at all to do with water.
As a literary form, short stories were once sadly overlooked or even discounted in the UK when I began, and you often had to look to other countries in which they were valued more enthusiastically. However, until I left full-time work in 1992 they suited my extended lunch hours in Nottingham city library. They’re ideal for working in small chunks of time, although more recently I have had the luxury of focus to resume work on the three novels I began back then and one—The Waiting Place—is now almost complete after six drafts and a critical pass through Faber Academy.
I mainly keep poetry private (previously written on the portable in the photo) mainly because I don’t really think of myself as a poet, although I’ve used a few poems to illustrate one personal area of this site. I tend to move between between art, music and writing.
Although I attended Art School, I became involved in programming and computer technology shortly after it became practically available and affordable. The first thing I ever did on a (green-screen Amstrad) computer in the 80s was write short stories and create geometric graphics. My tiny Apple PowerBook 100 (their first) was my next “portable typewriter”. Nowadays I write in plain text using the beautifully minimal Markdown (originally created in 2004–Markdown guide here) which can be exported as Word, PDF and many other formats. As well as in the humanities, I formerly taught in a computer science department and acquired a few useful skills, so now store all my work in GIT repositories, which retain the entire history of each piece and its revisions.
Details of a few of the writers I like, or who have been an influence, with information on each.
Around the turn of the millennium I started thinking about using hypertext as a medium. And I do mean thinking about. For now, to view a future hypertext piece as (warning) one long page of ordinary text (that might have <link> inserted here and there), these essays—the nearest term I can find to describe them—would be a starting-point:
Free to download at Academia.edu/DavidEveritt. For more details and authors of joint papers, follow the links.