botanizing

Part Wild in the Conner Museum

Writer Ceiridwen Terrill, author of the books Part Wild: One Woman's Journey with a Creature Caught Between the Worlds of Wolves and Dogs and Unnatural Landscapes: Tracking Invasive Species, visited campus yesterday.  At dinner, Ceiridwen spoke about voice and the plans for her next book on the radioactive Hanford site in central Washington and the lives that all of us lead with nuclear radiation.  All of the authors around the dinner table talked about favorite writers and others.  Later Ceiridwen read from Part Wild to an audience of about fifty at an event co-sponsored by the Conner Museum of Natural History and the Visiting Writers Series.  Afterward, we went to a reception in the Conner Museum, where Ceiridwen chatted with everyone and signed copies of her books.

A proposal for beautiful day

This was a beautiful summer day.  And I spent this beautiful day hunched over my laptop in my small writing room at home.  I could see through the window over my shoulder blue sky and bright cumulus clouds.  The freshness of the day crept through my window screens.  I stayed focused and seated indoors.  In the next few days, I need to finish a grant proposal to the National Science Foundation to request funds for the Conner Museum of Natural History.  As the Interim Director of the Museum, fund-raising is part of my job—despite my desire to be outside enjoying the summer.

The Museum, which holds collections for research, teaching, and public outreach, is stuffed-full.  There is no room left in our specimen cabinets for any new collections.  Over 16,000 prepared specimens are stored tightly and largely inaccessibly in temporary cabinets.  Other specimens are stored in a freezer until funds become available for their curation and cabinets become available for their storage.  To help alleviate these problems, we’ll ask the National Science Foundation to fund a project that will allow us to purchase new specimen cases and curate thousands of specimens that await inclusion in the Museum’s collection.  And so, I write.

A first draft of the proposal’s fifteen-page body is now complete but riddled still by many question marks where details are needed.  The tasks I must accomplish to finish the proposal by Friday race my thoughts, especially when I happen to glance over my shoulder at the blueness of sky.

Sketchpad

I like to use hardbound sketchpads for notes and keep one handy when I walk or drive.  I often walk with the sketchpad in hand, making notes with my steps, although when I want both hands free or simply want the wind to blow thought-free through my head I stuff the sketchpad in a pocket or drop it in my pack.  When I come indoors, the sketchpad and my glasses go together on the writing table.

Quite a pile of these 4 X 6 inch sketchpads has accumulated since I began using them in the early 1990s.  I return frequently to recent and even older sketchpads to check the rough, original notes that I made on a place or find what series of photographs were taken.  They have an odd short hand of numbers—such as ‘48.1 junct. 50/6’ or ‘52.5 24/72 in Loa’—because I note mileages of intersections as I drive to reconstruct the localities where I have collected plants, which also get numbers, most recently 4395, 4396, 4397.  The plant numbers also get other notes like ‘banner pinkish with purple veins; keels white suffused at tip with lavender.’  When the heat on Tuesday had brought out the resinous fragrance of aromatic compounds in the new leaves of composites, I began checking plants to find the source—it was a sagebrush relative that had soft, pinnately lobed leaves, shaped, I noted when I had found the source, ‘like those of an acanthus capital—although lobes and rachis thinner.’  I meant like the acanthus leaves on the capital of a Corinthian column, but the original was enough to keep the memory.

Through a season the sketchpads begin to erode and wear like the landscape.  I especially like the one I’ve just finished.  That paper that has curled where the binding has been lost reminds me of the way soil curls in the bed of a vernal pool after it has baked in the summer sun or, maybe, a scrub oak’s leaf held still on a branch in the middle of winter.

From Talk to Article

Last summer I was asked to write an article for a special issue of a botanical journal to be devoted to developmental genetics and homology.  I was asked to prepare the article in only two months, which I declined, but I did agree to write it by the beginning of November.  I’ve been busy since then, writing two grant proposals for the National Science Foundation, moving out of my house and to my sabbatical location, preparing a talk on my research, and doing fieldwork for new research.

I woke early today and sat down at the computer with a cup of tea.  I began work on the article about developmental genetics and homology.  The article is based on a talk I gave at a botanical meeting in 2004.  I like to begin manuscripts of new articles.  I tell students that I begin writing the articles when I conceive the research project.  I write the introduction to the article as a way to see the ideas of the project; I then put the introduction aside, sometimes for many years, while I conduct the research. 

Converting a talk into a manuscript for publication is very different from beginning a manuscript from a pile of data, files of literature, and a blank screen.  When you begin with a talk, you’ve already digested the material and considered the points and how you want to make them.  Converting a talk into an article manuscript can sometimes be rapid, especially if I’ve made all of the illustrations for the talk that will be needed for the article.  Those rapid conversions are usually talks that become manuscripts soon after the talk.  The conversion I face now, over a year after the talk and my last immersion in the literature, makes me uneasy, especially at my sabbatical locale, where I have access to neither my extensive files of literature nor a research library.

I began this article by making a copy of my talk notes, putting in hard returns to arrange key statements as separate lines, and cutting explanations of the illustrations I had used in the talk. In scientific talks, the images shown convey as much as do the words, but this talk was not based on data original to my lab, it used primarily data from the literature.  It’s unlikely that I will use the illustrations I used in the talk; my explanations in the article will likely consist of narrative—background, examples, and inferences—rather than visual illustrations.

Talks are structured differently from articles and are far simpler.  After considering how to rearrange the material from the talk to make the article, I decided it was time to clean the bathroom.   I cleaned, showered, threw some clothes in the washer, and then went out for the New York Times.

On my way back with the Times, I began to see the beginning the article:  a simple sentence, a thesis sentence, and perhaps a compelling notion: Comparative biology requires homology.  I wrote a few more sentences and then began thumbing through a file of literature.  I pulled out a few articles and read one.  I incorporated ideas from this paper and cited it in my first paragraph and in a paragraph that could come later.  I worried more about how to structure the article, then set it aside, and went out for Indian food, which I’ve been craving, for dinner.  There was rain on the mesas and sharp lightning strikes; thunder began popping at close hand when I entered the restaurant and a downpour began.  I could see after dinner that I need a fresh outline to move the article away from the inhibiting structure of the talk. That’s where I’ll begin in the morning.  After the outline, a few paragraphs will flow easily, although they may not last.  I will continue to wrestle with the ideas and literature.