99 words are small, self-contained and elegant.
They are a means to an end – to start the wheels of thought turning and churning; get the ink flowing and the pixels pinned to the screen in ordered rows of thought and concept against a skeuomorphic paper screen.
99 words are bigger than a start, but not such a commitment as to invite self-doubt to build walls across the path of process and progress.
They fit on a picture postcard sent as a prompt from potential to enactment.
Every word counts. Every word matters. Meat and bone, no room for fat.¶