Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.
I’m GUNNA get a novel writ,
Before the year is over it,
I’ve commenced perhaps a thousand times,
Abandoned art, Creative crime.
I did the GUNNAs Masterclass ,
To get me off my big fat arse.
There is no need to starve in garrets,
Or to whack up smack like old Keith Jarret,
There is no doubt procrastination,
Is more dangerous than masturbation,
Wanking doesn’t make you make you blind,
But number one will kill your mind.
Trust not the warnings from the Lord,
The pen is mightier than the sword.
And if you tell me no again,
Ill stab you with my fountain pen.
Van Goghs’ flowers may bring tears,
But wasn’t made excising ears.
No more Facebook viral days ,
I’m vaccinated from its haze.
So armed with weapons of my trade,
I will fight to get the artworks made,
No more saying , not today.
I’m GUNNA do it anyway!!!.
Word by word, and page by page,
Little steps and stage by stage,
I’m turning off the internet,
Phones, doorbell and settling pets.
If drama knocks upon my door,
The sign will say “Not Here. No More!”
It’s time to slaughter all excuses,
Distractions and emotive nooses.
I’m knocking off the writers’ block,
Avoiding those who judge and knock,
Ignoring haters ,and blocking trolls,
Restoring my creative soul.
My ears are deaf to those who say,
You’ll never do it anyway.
And if they say it yet again,
Remember my waiting fountain pen.
If they don’t care for what I write,
I now fear not, their toothless bite.
To those fear they’ll be defamed,
Relax, Ill change your guilty name.
You won’t find me anywhere,
Without my brand new NADA chair,
With shower cap upon my head,
I will leap to write, straight from my bed,
Day by day and letter by letter,
Practice makes perfect, it will get better,
And if I continue to each day repeat,
The fucking book will be complete.