250 Words on Poor Judgment

[I try to start my day writing 250 words on anything. I’ll post one every Tuesday until I run out of good ones.]

I’m reluctant to give criticism or advice. I will when pressed, but I always stress that my opinion is just that; please feel free to take what sounds right and forget the rest.

I have good reason for self-doubt.

Shortly after Mom’s Cancer was published, I attended New York Comic Con. My editor, Charlie Kochman, ran up holding a thick manuscript in his hands. It was a pitch from a cartoonist who’d approached my publisher’s table cold, just because he’d seen my book on its banner.

Excited, Charlie asked what I thought. I skimmed it. “I don’t get it,” I sniffed.

Later, Charlie said he’d signed that young author and asked if I’d mind sharing my honest perspective on the publishing life with him. We met at Comic Con in San Diego, sitting on the floor of the mezzanine near the Klingon booth. 

“Look,” I told the kid, trying to be encouraging but realistic. “Getting a book published is cool. You’ll meet nice people. But it won’t change your life. Nobody is going to back a money truck up to your door.”

That kid was Jeff Kinney, whose Diary of a Wimpy Kid series has sold 300 million copies worldwide and inspired several movies. Whenever Jeff and I cross paths, we laugh and laugh about how wrong I was. 

It’s a funny story with a lesson in humility I take seriously. Whatever the source of criticism or advice, take what sounds right and forget the rest. Especially if it's me. 

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Terri Libenson

I reconnected with former syndicated cartoonist and bestselling middle-grade author Terri Libenson when she did a meet-and-greet at Copperfield's Books in Petaluma, Calif. yesterday. We've known each other online for a while and met in person once at the Denver Pop Culture Con in 2019. We had time for a very nice conversation between young fans being delighted by her. Because she is delightful.

The artwork is from Terri's "Pajama Diaries" comic strip that she donated to the Cartoon Art Museum in 2020 to be auctioned off as a fundraiser. I bought it. So yesterday I took the opportunity to have her inscribe and sign it to me! A nice closed circle. 

Terri is currently on a book tour that had her doing three school visits yesterday, doing two more school visits today, and catching a flight to Australia tonight. I asked her how the life of a successful bestselling author suited her and she said she liked it fine, but I don't think I'd have the stamina for it. 

It was great to see her, and I'm very glad we had time to talk. I wish her the best of luck on her tour!

P.S.--I look unusually red and blotchy in this photo because I got a sunburn over the weekend. As a descendant of the pale pasty peoples of the icy north, I always look a little red and blotchy, but not this red and blotchy. My olive-skinned wife and daughters regard me with pity and horror.

P.P.S.--The Copperfield's bookstore in Petaluma has a big stack of "Fire Story" paperbacks that I signed while I was there, so if you want one that's a good place to find it. Please support your heroic local independent bookseller whenever you can.

250 Words on Writer's Block

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“Only amateurs get writer's block,” said cartoonist Charles M. Schulz. “Professionals can't afford it.”

That was surprisingly uncharitable of Schulz. Still, he hit seven deadlines a week for nearly 50 years. Respect. I’ve had jobs in which I had to write so many column-inches per day to stay employed, and always managed to do it. It wasn’t necessarily creative writing, but regardless: there’s no waiting for the muse when a paycheck is on the line. 

Still, writer’s block is real, and many authors more celebrated and successful than I am have suffered from it. I haven’t. Yet. Oh, I’ve gotten stuck and stalled, but I don’t consider that a block. It’s just a problem I haven’t solved yet, and I’ve written professionally long enough to be confident I will. Somehow. Usually within a few days, when the solution seems so obvious and easy I feel stupid for having missed it. Meanwhile, I have plenty else to do.

I think most writer’s block is actually fear of imperfection. Once you set an idea down, it’s no longer the flawless notion that was in your head. My suggestion: give yourself permission to fail.

Just start, knowing it’s going to be terrible. Simply going through the motions lubricates the creative process, and it’s always easier to revise something that exists, even if it’s bad, than create something from scratch. 

If, at the end of the day, your work still stinks, throw it away and begin again tomorrow. Nothing is ever wasted, especially failure.

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250 Words on Solar Power

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Twenty years ago, I was a science writer working for some of the top people in renewable power, energy storage, and distributed generation. I glibly described my science writing job as “taking 500 pages nobody can understand and turning them into five pages anybody can understand.” I ghostwrote articles and books on cutting-edge topics for very smart people, and considered myself an expert by proxy. 

I once asked a client what the tipping point would be for solar power’s mainstream acceptance. He replied, “You’ll know solar has made it when the environmentalists turn against it.” 

That time has passed, as some large-scale solar projects sited in deserts have been decommissioned or canceled due to their ecological impacts. However, solar photovoltaic panels are everywhere, and installed capacity has surpassed the most optimistic projections. 

When we rebuilt our house in 2018, we put solar panels on the roof. Why not? Their cost was trivial compared to that of construction. Our local power provider offered incentives to install an electric vehicle charger even though we didn’t have an EV, and again: why not? Of course, we eventually figured we should buy an EV to make use of the charger, so now we power our home and fuel a car with free photons from the sky.

I’ve noticed that whenever I drive our gas-powered car, and particularly when I refuel it, I feel a twinge of shame. This is how broad social conventions change: gradually, one early adopter at a time, and then suddenly. 

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The Madness of King Don

 

(Photo of Fort Sumter (center) is from the National Park Service; photos of Alcatraz (left) and Columbia are by me.)

Until this weekend, the stupidest thing I'd seen a president do was when Trump ordered the Army Corps of Engineers to release millions of gallons of water from two California reservoirs to fight fires in Los Angeles--after the fires were mostly out and the water in those rivers had no way to get to L.A. so it just flowed into the ocean instead.

Now I think Trump has topped himself by ordering that Alcatraz be reopened as a federal prison. Keep in mind, it got out of the prison business in 1963 because it was many times more expensive than any other prison to run and maintain. The economic argument has not improved since. 

I live in the Bay Area and have visited Alcatraz many times. It's been a national park for more than 50 years. Its infrastructure--electrical, gas, water, sewage, foundations, buildings--would all need to be redone. The only way to open a prison on Alcatraz Island would be to scrape off all the existing structures and build a new one from scratch. 

Trump ordering Alcatraz to become a prison again is exactly as stupid as ordering Fort Sumter to be recommissioned as a modern military base. It's exactly as stupid as pulling Apollo 11's command module Columbia out of the Smithsonian so NASA could send astronauts back to the Moon in it (note that Alcatraz has been out of operation longer than Columbia has!). 

This is Mad King George territory. If any Republicans ever had the guts to open Amendment 25 proceedings, this could be Exhibit A in just how detached from reality our current president is.