As a writer my vision of the world is confined to 400 words, not by my own choice but by the constraints of the places I publish.
Life in 400 words, 400 well-chosen words each needing to convey a universe of meaning so that the story I tell reads like it is composed of 4 000 words.
400 words are tiring. 400 words take more time than finding 4 000. 400 words is crafting my art to a hair’s breadth of perfection, and scary too, because most people think 400 words are so easy to write.
