Nobody writes about the plane that lands... or the ecosystem that is not imperiled. So for this year's NaNoWriMo, I'm thinking about a novella that gives hope, at least on an individual level. It'll be the story of how I'm watching the living things around me: the backyard, the Botanic Garden, Albuquerque and New Mexico in general.
For a working title, I'm considering, "What is Not Measurable, Make Measurable." Apparently, this is a paraphrase of a longer quote attributed to Gallileo. Some say it is a misattribution, although frankly I'm not getting clarity on who said it and when.
Here's a photo of a potentially new species of Aphyllon with the obligatory ruler for scale.
I guess the first problem to overcome will be an outline and then an opening paragraph. Thoughts run to electoral-vote.com's favorite line: "A week is a year in politics." Follow that up with some pithy saying about how much things change in a week in the garden.
Or perhaps I should dangle an "in medias res" description about some conservation action that ultimately gives way to hope. The call out to citizen science as a way to combat the current regime's anti-science, anti-evidence, climate change denial positions is certainly one important theme.
More to come, but for the next week, I'll be a moving target without access to a keyboard. That means input will be via the little screen and its wonky one-fingered typing.
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