Disrupting information literacy
It takes so long. The idea emerges, research begins, you do the stuff at work to make it happen in your library and eventually see an email asking for abstracts. Even writing that can take up a fair bit of time. False paths. Bind alleys.
And then you wait.
A positive response is good. Is scary.
Now you have to write
More research, reading and writing, editing, re-writing and figuring out how to do the citations. Whole sentences are deported to the outtake file and sometimes they return.
Early mornings to bed after a day's librarianship. The words are on Google Docs and Evernote has a heap of articles referenced, Google Scholar is your new besty and finding free PDF copies of papers essential. The work is mobile, making hometime and work lunchtime equally busy doing research, reading and writing, editing, re-writing and figuring out how to do the citations. Whole paragraphs are deported to the outtake file and sometimes come back in.
That daunting four- to six-thousand range limit proves to be too few. Whole sections are excised to the outtake file. Will these deleted scenes ever been seen?
The boss reads it and gives you some pointers. Rewrite and edits.
With trepidation, the words are submitted for peer review. And wait.
You know lots of the problems with the work. Sure there's more. It needs a focus. The reviewers say it needs a take-home. But what?
Now you have to write
After several stages of grief, more ideas emerge. A new focus. Something for folk to take-home. A master plan, hypothesis, observation and conclusions. Finish with recommendations.
It will be bad news. Is that what Librarlanders want to hear? Library conferences are feel-good events. This will be a downer. Challenging. Some opportunities at the end, but only after the bad news about the fake news.
Whole pages are consigned to the outtake file.
Re-submit and wait.
A return. Some minor changes. You profusely thank the conference editor for their hard work on the formatting and those perplexing citations. Paper done.
The slideshow, started long ago but still unfocused and poorly presented, finally starts to pull together during lunch hours (and a few quiet times at the desk).
It's tested with colleagues who give constructive feedback for more changes. The discussion helps with talk for the presentation, too. Refinements.
A link to an article sent by your brother gives you a suitably dystopian quote to end with. So much for that feel-good libraryland conference mood. We are so far behind on this, this stuff that's supposed to be in our professional DNA, taken for granted and now out of date and falling further behind at a rapid rate.
PowerPoint saved to two USB drives and posted to Slideshare, tomorrow you stand at the lectern and tell people the bad news. And the opportunity.
You don't like lecterns. You're a kinetic speaker, dynamically roaming the floorspace, the energy of delivery in the power of words and tone and a human body that actually moves.
The mics will be hit.
Someone reminds you
that the day's theme
You are a Band 5 branch canary.