It’s official. While I’m not on the tenure-track, I am well on my way to becoming faculty. Or at least faculty enough to write grants. (In service to my pseudonym, I won’t be sharing any more details than this about my new “job”.) I’m now embarking on an aggressive money-finding campaign, without which my research career will stall, and I’m not passing up any open, or closed, funding doors. It’s all a part of my current plan to “grow up” and claim my independence as a scientist. I can’t (and won’t) be a postdoc forever, and I’m not going to wait around for someone to give me a tenure-track spot and sweet little deal of a start-up package. I love my research, and I won’t give it up without a fight.
The best thing about the poster I put together last week was the realization of how much data I’m sitting on right now. Since my third trimester with Monkey, I’ve been working my ass off at the bench, without very much interpretation of the data. Looking at what I have now, I see several different stories developing – which possibly can translate into several different papers. But I need to figure out how it all fits together, if it even fits together at all. I need to read. I need to think. I need to organize. And I need to figure out what to do next before spinning my wheels at the bench any further. I need to get a publication or two out this summer, and I need to start writing grants ASAP.
So I’m shutting down my bench. Reading papers. Writing manuscripts. Organizing specific aims. Focusing on the quickest route to publications… and money. Wish me luck. I haven’t delved into the literature in a while, and it’s easy to get lost on a tangent in the PubMed wilderness. If I’m not heard from after a few days, y’all might want to send someone in after me.