A Second attempt to freewriting
Yesterday, I posted my first freewrite, and since the feedback was positive, I decided to keep doing it. Today's prompt was somewhat more challenging, but I did not let that stop me. I went on to The Most Dangerous Writing App and wrote until the five minutes were over. I did not read it again; simply fixed the typos that were highlighted. There is no urge to edit or fix any grammatical issues, simply because I do not know if there are any.
California
There is a lot to say about California, especially if you are American. If you are not, like me, you would have to depend on the tales you have heard from far away. What is California? Is it as dreamy as it sounds?
I must confess, I do not know what lies within this promised land. The sun and its heat are something I keep hearing about. Really? Do people love the sun that much? I prefer if my skin was not blistered by the scorching pain of the unbearable sunrays. I live in Malta - an island in the Mediterranean. I know everything about heat. It is not pleasant.
Maybe one needs to suffer a harsh, cold winter covered in sheets of snow to appreciate the sun's gift. I have never seen snow. I hear it is white and soft, almost like a bunny. Except it is not murdered by humans for food. I am pretty sure some people do eat snow; but at least, they do not murder it.
Am I going off on a tangent? It seems to me that I am, but I am not. The tangent is sometimes essential, both in mathematics and in writing. There is a lack of substance without this tangent. The snow is innocent and pure, and yet we disregard that. Humans seek the heat of the sun. Not everyone - clearly, I do not. The heat is not comfortable. There is a limit to the amount of clothes you can remove. When it is cold, there is no limit to the amount you can wear. Although, hypothetically, wearing so many layers of clothes is not that practical. Still, it is more pleasant than peeling off your skin while trying to cool off.