A Little Freewriting is good for the Soul

It's an exercise that I love doing--freewriting. I try to do it from time to time, and I try to pass that same exercise on to my students. Today in class we did some freewriting, in preparation for our next writing assignment. I wrote along with them, as I try to do as often as I can, and I came up with the following freewrite, presented to you unedited:

It's really nice out today, kinda cloudy, kinda rainy, kinda cool. But it's nice because its a change for Wenatchee. Usually it's sunny and clear, hot as hell, like an oven, and dry. It hasn't rained here for months. And I miss rain and cloudy days when you wake up and it's still a little dark out, when the rain plops on your roof and you can hear it snug in bed. I miss thunder, which you can hardly ever hear out here, the slow rumble of a storm off in the distance.

Played soccer last night. It was muggy and humid. People were tripping on the ball because they're not used to the way it feels on your boot when it's humid. It sticks slightly and you have to be careful about how you make contact with the ball. I didn't have any problems with that, I guess because I've had experience with it in the past. In fact, I would have liked the ball to be a little stickier, if it could've been.

So here I sit in class freewriting. It's going well. For the most part people are still writing--a powerful exercise if done right. My hand hurts. Time to stop, I think.