Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
Write. Write. Write. That’s all that keeps turning over in my thoughts. So I write. But it’s no good. ‘So keep writing’ the voice persists. Keep writing. Don’t stop. Don’t edit. Just write. Just. Keep. Going.
The words are there, I know. Deep down. Locked in a fault. I can feel them in the pit of my stomach, desperate to get out. Amazing stories are trapped with them. Stories I haven’t even imagined yet. Tales of marvel and wonder.
I am a storyteller. This precious craft was past down to me from my grandfather. He was a complex man, racked with mental illness demons. Sadly never fully understood in his lifetime. But, he could tell a story. Stories of all manner of mystical creatures, traversing incredible adventures in faraway kingdoms. Stories that kept my younger sister and I entralled, carried away with him as each magical mystery unfolded. And all of this happened off the top of his head. Never was a word written. Every adventure, every character, every scenario, all tumbling out of his incredibly tangled mind.
I am a storyteller. I choose to tell my stories in many different forms, but my language of choice is ‘the written word’.
I love words.
So I write.