Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS WRITER
This is the only prompt I can remember from today’s gunna’s workshop. I left my book at Pradeepa’s. We left feeling motivated and chuffed. It was a gorgeous day in Carlton and Judy had bought us tickets to for the workshop. I actually thought it was tomorrow and turned up late and hungover as fuck. I think the first line I wrote in the exercise was I need to a wicked shit. Pradeepa is a fucking angel. When I arrived she gave me dex and panadene forte and then a strong flat white came round. This was rad. At lunch I freaked out cos Tony called saying he didn’t have his bag from last night. We were both smashed and I had this flicker of a memory that I did pick up a blue back pack. I couldn’t remember for the life of me where I left it but I remembered I handed it to trusted staff…. Somewhere. I rang Garry and he confirmed it was at the Exford. I rang them and they had it. Thank fuck, then I had a lovely lunch. Well, truth be known I nibbled on rocket because the dex had taken my appetite by now but the hangover was pretty much gone so I bought some wine. The workshop was tops. Catherine was nice. Judy, what a legend. Like some comedy fairy god mother who arrived on the cuntiest, shitest year I can remember. Anyhow, that’s my ten minutes done. I left my fucken book at Pradeepa’s but she did give me cones so overall a fucking amazing day.