Consequently, I’m hereby designating this 327-word posting as my last entry on 327 Words until at least I return from Mysore in March.
(Keep track of my sabbatical, though, in sometimes more, sometimes fewer than 327 words at sabblogtical.blogspot.com.)
I’ve been churning out a 327-word essay with fanatical regularity for over five years now, and think it’s time, in keeping with the sabbatical theme, to try something a little different. This isn’t to say that I won’t keep applying myself to the writing form of which I am no doubt the world’s exalted master, it’s simply that I’m interested in seeing what happens if I spend the time I’ve typically devoted to this practice (usually between twenty minutes and an hour a day) to something else.
I surmise that the world will keep spinning on its axis, but I want to find out for sure.
It’s been a good run, and I’ve usually enjoyed the writing (no doubt more than those doing the reading), but it’s probably time to branch out—maybe even to 328 or 330 word essays.
Blogger tells me that 327 Words has 1305 posts (this will make 1306). That means I’ve spent something on the order of 900 hours writing these essays. That’s like twenty-two weeks of a full-time, 40 hour-a-week job.
Although at such job, you’d never write steadily for those 40 hours, so figuring about halftime working, halftime chatting with co-workers, etc., it’s almost like I’ve spent an entire year of employment at this task.
Even at my relatively paltry salary as a community college teacher, somebody owes me bank; I look forward to the checks in my mailbox when I return.