Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER.
Intimate room, curtains drawn, lights dimmed. You have permission now just do it. Just get it done. No technology honey. Do it for real.
What a load of bull I thought as I cracked on. How the hell can I keep doing this for 5 minutes without stopping.
Surely my wrist is gonna lock up after 30 seconds. Christ I feel my hand cramping already. Slow down. If I stop and massage then it might get better.
I think of Jesus again. I need to stop. What if I stop and get caught. That’d be OK I guess. I’d live. I wasn’t to stop. That was the rule.
Oh yeah, breathe you mad thing. Keep going and remember to breathe. This is supposed to be fun. My hand is starting to shake.
Now my whole Christ almighty arm is shaking. I’m gonna fail. The humiliation. Can’t fail, must keep going. Wait, you can do this. Breathe, breathe, relax, relax.
Wow, what just happened? I did it. I really did it. My eye is starting to leak. Is it emotion or pain? My back is cramping up too. Am I nervous? No! I’m excited, really excited.
Who would’ve thought writing on paper could’ve been so much fun?