Until the March/April issue of 2013, Arizona Wildlife Views magazine did not sport blurbs on its cover. That year, as part of a redesign, we began to envision the magazine as a newsstand-worthy entity. We think it’s good enough to sell in single copies, and we wanted to be ready for that day if it comes. That meant adding blurbs to the cover.
You probably already know this, but a cover blurb is text on the front cover that lures the reader inside. It’s marketing copy that sells the magazine to a casual passerby. These blurbs are not meant to follow grammatical rules. Their sole purpose is to catch your eye so you will pick up the magazine and flip it open.
There are words you may glimpse on the covers of magazines as you wait in the checkout line that you’ll never see on the cover of Views. We’re a wildlife magazine, so you probably won’t find promises such as “win a fabulous prize,” “more money, guaranteed,” or “easy secrets for improving your love life” on our cover.
The task of writing cover blurbs falls to the Views editorial team. Nobody’s more familiar than we are with what’s inside the magazine, so who better than us to write blurbs? Here’s how we do it.
First, the editor and art director select a cover photo, usually one connected to an important story inside that issue. That makes writing cover blurbs easier because we already know what at least one of them should promote.
Then, one of us (usually me) opens the cover file and summons up the forces of creativity. We each have a different way of doing this: My way is to spend a minute or two looking out the window and thinking about nothing much. Then I turn back to the computer screen, look at the cover photo and start collecting words that relate to it.
At this point, I’m just playing. Which words grab my attention, incite curiosity, make me smile or think, challenge me, raise a question? Once I have a list of random words, I start moving them into various configurations of head and deck. In a blurb, the head is the larger text. The deck, in smaller type, amplifies the idea expressed in the head.
In the past three years of learning to write cover blurbs, I’ve come up with the following strategies:
- Keep it tight: Make every word count.
- Grab attention: Deploy every word for maximum effect.
- Waste not: Avoid filler words whenever possible.
- Be honest with readers: Don’t promise what you can’t deliver.
- Make it matter: Give the reader a reason to care.
I’ve had some failures, but fortunately readers didn’t see them because once I have generated a set of three to five possible heads and decks, my boss reviews them. She has a very creative mind. If she doesn’t find magic among the list I’ve created, she’ll develop her own blurbs, which generally make me slap my forehead and say, “Why didn’t I think of that!” We go back and forth until we’re happy with the copy.
Here are some of my particular favorites from the past few years. Which do you like best?
Can they be restored to the Catalinas?
The tribal life of the curious coati
Hypnotized by burrowing owls
to relocate 600,000 tiny trout
Water and wildlife in an arid land
What do peregrine falcons do when they think nobody’s watching? Check out the Arizona Game and Fish Department’s new “peregrine cam” to find out.
Upgraded recently at an active nest box in downtown Phoenix, the cam is broadcasting live images and sound. It’s early yet, but we’re hoping a pair of peregrines that first used the box in 2014 may lay eggs here again this spring, allowing us remote-viewing humans a chance to watch what happens.
I’m excited to see how it all plays out. When I tuned in yesterday around 5 p.m., one of the peregrines was standing on the edge of the box, lazily preening. The flexible bird contorted its body into positions that would make an advanced yogi envious. Then it fell asleep standing on one leg. Take that, Karate Kid!
Wildlife cameras are neat. They let us see behaviors we might not otherwise be privy to. I would never climb up the side of a building to look in a peregrine nest: I hate heights. Thanks to this camera, I don’t have to conquer acrophobia. I can sit at my computer and, if I’m lucky, watch the male and female brood their eggs.
There’s a down side to having a front-row seat at a “theatre of the wild,” on occasion. Wild animals sometimes behave in ways humans find unsightly or unseemly or downright shocking. In Massachusetts, a web cam on an osprey nest caused an Internet sensation when the female osprey began attacking her chicks. Incensed by her behavior, people besieged the camera host, Woods Hole Oceanographic Institute, with pleas to save them. The person in charge of the camera tried to explain that sometimes, wild animals don’t do what we would consider to be a good job of mothering. Despite public pressure, the camera stayed up. The staff at Woods Hole felt it was important for people to see what’s true, even when it isn’t beautiful.
I’m hoping these two peregrines cause no such controversy. The species nearly went extinct in North American from pesticide poisoning, but thanks to its adaptability to urban areas—and help from humans—it was removed from the federal list of endangered and threatened species in 1999. This year, wouldn’t it be fun to see healthy eggs, growing chicks, and eventually, the launch of more peregrines into the world?
Want to learn more about the osprey cam controversy?
Listen to the audio story “Words of Prey” on This American Life.
Today, we feature the work of a guest blogger, of sorts. She’s me! I found this in a report I wrote in fifth grade. It’s labeled as a rough draft. I hope the final version retained the humor.
To me, any part of nature is worth many pages, though often I find myself at a loss of words that describe the wonder and beauty of creation. Nature can be found all in all places, from the arid, beautiful desert, to the softly pounding ocean, to the cool, quiet forest.
If you judge the success of a writing workshop only by the number of participants, you’d have to say the most recent one I taught was a failure. During the Wings Over Willcox Birding & Nature Festival two weeks ago, only three people joined me in the dining room off the main hall of the Willcox Community Center for a two-hour exploration of writing about wildlife.
But one of the prerogatives of being an adult is, you get to define “success” your way. Nobody gets to tell you what earns an “A” and what earns an “F.” Going into this workshop, as with the ones I taught in Alaska last August, one of my goals was to learn how to lead workshops. I acknowledge that I’m a newby at this. I accept that experience is going to teach me things.
By that measure, I succeeded, because I learned something. If you want people to participate in your workshop, you have to advertise it ahead of time, via your own social media outlets and in the festival’s printed program. I’d offered this workshop too late for the organizer’s print deadline. So, my workshop was advertised online, but not in the four-color printed document every festivalgoer received when they checked in.
I did get three students, though, and I learned from them, too. One was a nature blogger, another had written for Arizona Wildlife Views in the past (and been edited by me, too). The third had come to the festival for personal reasons and wanted to capture some of his experiences and insights in writing.
Because there were only three, I was able to adjust my curriculum and talk with each of them about their specific goals and needs and questions when it comes to writing about wildlife. As with the previous workshop, there was time not just for talk but for writing. I also gave them time for revising their rough draft and for reading out loud. Everyone was diligent about all three. They were really into it. And the first drafts they read aloud made me glad I’d offered the workshop.
In the end, it’s not about the number of students. A workshop succeeds if every participant gets something out of it, and I learn something, too. I came away feeling humbled and honored to have helped people create something new, a piece of art, a piece of writing that expressed appreciation and emotion. Being a “workshop leader” sounds so grand. I know I’m more of a “workshop provider.”
I’d like to do this again, sometime.
Tomorrow, I will be teaching a workshop on nature writing (focused on writing about wildlife, of course) at the Wings Over Willcox Birding and Nature Festival in southeastern Arizona. This will be my second writing workshop at a crane festival … Not a bad trend! I am excited to meet the students and discover what we can learn from each other. I’m also looking forward to seeing and hearing sandhill cranes again.
Earlier this week, I visited Dogtown Reservoir, a little spot of blue in the ponderosa pine forest southeast of Williams, Arizona. My assignment was to photograph the reservoir for an article on fishing opportunities. I brought two camera bodies with two lenses mounted, both for taking wide-angle shots. I also brought a long lens, but left it safe in the car.
Of course, the wildlife-viewing was wonderful, as it nearly always is around water in our arid state. The moment I got out of the car, I saw an osprey hunting above the lake in long, languid, swooping glides. An hour later, I saw another large bird, which turned out not to be the osprey (my first thought) but a mature bald eagle. Yes, we have those here. As the sun fell toward the horizon, I also saw a great blue heron.
Did I get photos of any of these magnificent birds? No. I had the right lens, but not the right mindset. I was there to shoot scenics. My brain was geared for scenics. I couldn’t switch gears and take bird photos. I just couldn’t! So, this is the best wildlife picture I took during that visit.
Am I sorry about a missed opportunity? Not really. I saw those birds, after all; I just didn’t photograph them. And I did get the scenics I came for, as the light softened and warmed toward sunset. Next time, osprey. Next time, eagle. Next time, you great blue heron.
Writing about wildlife is a rewarding profession; not financially, of course, but personally and professionally. It involves going outdoors to observe and listen and feel, coming inside to research and interview, and finally sitting down to write about wildlife in ways that convey meaningful experiences and important bits of learning.
Still, sometimes even a committed wildlife writer might find herself wondering why we do what we do. What’s the point? Is anyone listening? Can people’s minds and hearts be influenced by words, in ways that help conserve the wildlife and habitats we care about?
Here’s one man’s answer. This came from Dr. Sammy King, unit leader of the Louisiana Cooperative Fish and Wildlife Research Unit of the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service. King was the keynote speaker at the Tanana Valley Sandhill Crane Festival, where I taught writing workshops in August. The holder of a doctorate from Texas A&M, he is working on the reintroduction of whooping cranes to Louisiana.
King took part in our Sunday workshop. At the end, when I asked participants for closing thoughts, this is what he said:
“I am a scientist, and in my opinion, scientists can only do so much to communicate the importance of wildlife conservation. It’s the work of people like you, the work of artists, that is vital in reaching the public with the conservation message.”
How’s that for encouragement?