June 13, 2004
While walking the path that follows the Boise River, I realized I have already fallen into a restrictive mind set about these hundred word exercises. I have been waiting until late in the day to write, on the assumption that the 100 words would then be the distilled, concentrated essence of the experience of my day. Maybe they would, but more likely I'd find myself falling asleep before writing or else writing about wanting to sleep. The new plan is no plan. Dip the ladle in the soup before dinnertime. Write whenever. Write in whatever space/time niche finds me ready.