Bill Clinton and success

I admire Bill Clinton for a lot of reasons. First off, I just LOVE adultery. …Kidding! I just thought we’d haul that elephant in the room right out of the corner and into the light before moving on! Ok, so that’s adultery, not so fond of, Bill Clinton? Love him. The reason I like him so much is that he’s so different than me. He’s charming and outgoing. A people person who is also fiercely intelligent and well-educated. He appears to have been a good father to Chelsea and I thought he was a good President. Oh, and I adore his wife.

What in the world does all of this have to do with cartooning? Well, I am getting to that, in my roundabout way. The other day I posted about my experiences being syndicated. I was nervous about putting all of that into the everlasting print of the internet, but I thought it needed to be said. I posted it on my first day back because I kind of wanted to sneak that one in under the radar when no one was reading over here anymore. Yes, it’d still be in print, but soon enough it’d be pushed back in the archives and you REALLY have to love a blog to pour back over the archives. But then it was picked up by the Daily cartoonist (Great site, but the way) and suddenly I am getting a lot of traffic and emails about a subject that I’m still uneasy that I wrote about.

It would have been much funner (not a word. I KNOW!) to write about being so wildly successful that people were literally shoving money at me from all directions. To be able to shit and have it turn to gold. To have newspaper editors chasing me down and throwing great handfuls of money at me (like I assume they do to Jim Davis). To have it falling out of my pockets and tripping the masses, instead of bleeding money like my cartoon actually did. Sigh…

Oh, I don’t regret writing that post. Not REALLY. I’ve wanted to tell this story for a year and I’m not embarrassed by my story or about my honesty. It’s just that I am an intensely private person who just aired their laundry publically. For good or bad you’ve seen me bloomers. But, at least they were clean…

I do have regrets about my syndication story. Mostly that I chose to stay in the background and in the dark about so much that was happening with Clear Blue Water. I am NOT like Bill Clinton (no, I didn’t forget him. I’m bringin’ it on home!) I am not a natural salesman. I am not a bull-shitter, a charmer, a glad-hander. I am a natural wallflower. I like to watch people but not actually interact with them too much. I’m a shy loner, not to put too fine of a point on it, and I think that not being able to overcome my natural personality was a detriment in this instance.

If Bill Clinton had drawn and written Clear Blue Water, if he hadn’t changed a thing, if every gag was exactly the same, I GUARANTEE it would have been wildly successful. It would be in every newspaper in the country. The gags would be on everyone’s lips. Not because I think Clear Blue Water is better than everything out there, but because I’ve come to realize that the person behind the cartoon really can make or break it. They really can. He would have made it a success DESPITE the marginal art. Despite the niche audience appeal. Despite all of it’s flaws.

Bill Watterson does not need to be like Bill Clinton. …I did.

What would Clinton have done differently than me? First, he would have charmed the pants off of everyone he met. By the time he got off the phone or left the syndicate every person he met would have been desperate to work their tail off to make him successful. I’m sure he’d have worked the phone and sent out letters and by golly, somehow, coming from him it wouldn’t be irritating. At the very least he would have faced his checks with complete confidence that they were going to keep increasing rather than fear that it was all going to fade away…

What I’m trying to say is that Clinton would have been a success no matter what he was trying to do in life. If film making had caught his fancy, he’d be Spielberg. And if cartooning had caught his fancy, he would NOT be me.

What I wanted to do was cartoon, not be a businessman. I let the syndicate handle everything. I rarely questioned them and I never made waves. And this did not work out too well for me. If I was to get syndicated again, I don’t know if I could do anything differently. I would WANT to, and I would try to, but moving out of my comfort zone is hard for me.

Hence this post…

Feed a cold…

I have a useful tip for any of you suffering from a bad cold.  This will most likely not work on that porky flu thing going around, but your run-of-the-mill cold is ripe for the pickins.  A few years back, someone told me that if you had a cold, you should slather your feet in vicks vapor rub, put socks on, and go to bed for the night.  In the morning, you would be feeling better.  It seemed like a ridiculous claim, AND, being a bit of a hypochondriac, I worried that it might stop my breathing or my heart (how could it possibly do this?  I am such a dork!) and so I never tried it.

Cut to this week.  I have been around a bunch of little kids lately and they are hot beds of infection.  Literally oozing with snotty, germy goodness.  And I have picked up my first cold in about 2 years.  It sucks and I was pretty miserable.  And then I remembered the Vicks.  I didn’t think we actually had any in the house (I know I’ve never bought it before) but lo and behold, there was a small bottle in our medicine cabinet.  God only knows where it came from but it wasn’t expired and that was good enough for me!

So, feeling foolish, I slathered my feet up, put on my socks and went to sleep. Before I fell asleep I felt like an ass because it didn’t appear to be doing anything. I still felt bad and gross  and phlemghy and sorry for myself.

The next morning I awoke feeling like a million bucks.  I didn’t feel sick at all.  Now, I didn’t stay well.  My cold symptoms started coming on again after a few hours and that night I was sick again. (I didn’t try the Vicks for a second night, but next time I will.  Anything for science!)

My conclusion?  It works!  For a while.  If you have something important you need to do in the morning, it’s totally worth a shot.

DISCLAIMER:  Ask your doctor before trying this.  When they stop laughing, they will most likely tell you that it’s harmless.  But the last thing I need is for an allergic reaction or a death to occur on my say so.  So I’m warning you DON’T try this without talking to your doctor and especially don’t try this on your kids without checking with a doctor first.  And if you decide to do it and then you die, don’t come running to me for payment.  The coffers are dry and I told you NOT to do it anyway.

…You’re welcome.

I am not a hater!

Today’s toon is about how disabled children are often passed on from grade to grade without mastering the skills necessary to actually “pass” the grade.  I understand why it’s necessary for schools to do this, and I don’t disagree with the policy.  If a child is retarded or severely disabled and unable to perform to grade level, well… you just can’t hold a 17 year old back in kindergarten AGAIN.

We just had Sawyer’s first IEP meeting at the new school.  We’ve had one to three of these a year over the past decade or so at the old school, and they have all, almost without exception, gone badly.  We would push for things for Sawyer that he needed, and the school would refuse.  We would threaten to sue and the school wouldn’t back down.  We’ve talked to lawyers and we’ve had IEP meetings full of mucketymucks from the school district, the Principals and moderators and service coordinators and advocates.  There has been cussing and there have been tears (we were NOT their favorite family and I’m sure they were so glad to see us move!)  What we have never felt, from the old school, was that they took our concerns seriously.  We didn’t feel important or that they thought we were worth listening to.

Now Sawyer has had great teachers, and he’s had some marvelous aides.  I have loved each and every one.  But they have had their hands tied by the district on numerous occasions and it’s been frustrating as hell.  And THAT is where this cartoon came from.  It was born out of  the seething anger that comes when you realize that if you lived in another school district, your child might be a lot more high-functioning.  It was born out of the sad realization that my son has barely learned anything in 11 years of schooling.  He has few life-skills, no practical skills.  He cannot read or write.  Just what, praytell, have I been sending him to school for?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I KNOW.  It’s not fair to expect the schools to teach him things he is not developmentally ready to learn to do.  They are overworked and understaffed and he is an extremely difficult, extraordinarily disabled child.  But I also think that letting him get away with doing the same “work” for YEARS because he can and will finish it on his own and you know you can head off a tantrum by doing this, is wrong.  He is teachable, but he doesn’t necessarily want to be taught.  He is teachable, but it has never been, and will never be easy or fun to teach.  He is teachable but he needs his own aide and he needs one on one instruction and he needs behavioral therapy and occupational therapy and tons and tons of speech therapy.  He needs to be WATCHED and he needs to be stretched out of his comfort zone no matter how much he might hate it.

A lot to ask, I know.  Which is why I don’t fault his teachers.  They try very hard with limited resources and staff.  …But it doesn’t make it any easier to bear.  My child is essentially being ware-housed until such time that he turns 21 or 22 and is finally  kicked out of high school with his certificate of participation and little else to show for it.  He has not been given up on… people have tried and tried to teach him things.  But if it’s not working, bring in a specialist!  Get him more therapy!  Figure out a way to reach him instead of trying the same thing day in and day out and then year in and year out while hoping for a different result.  I believe that’s the definition of insanity.  Sigh…

Anyway, to get back to my point… THIS IEP meeting was different.  It was much more informal.  It was small.  There was no one from the district there.  And they asked us what we would like to have for Sawyer and then set about trying to get it for us.   They showed us work that was new that they were forcing him to sit and perform (and he WAS!).  They had high expectations for him, and while he wasn’t exactly meeting them, he HAS upped his game a bit because he is expected to.

It absolutely blew my frickin mind.

So teachers, please don’t write me hate mail.  I understand how hard it is.  I GET it and I appreciate it.  This cartoon was written before this new IEP meeting, but I decided to run it anyway because the feelings in it are very raw and very real.

Let me tell you, it’s nice to have some hope for once.  It feels… nice.  Weird and alien, but nice nonetheless.

Filled with angst

I reread what I posted yesterday and I realize that I sound very angsty and over-the-top crazy.  Let me assure you that I am both.  Yes, I get that it was ONLY a comic strip, not deciding whether to adopt a child or drop a bomb or go to war, but it was the biggest decision in my life at that time (we should all be so lucky, eh?) and I really did feel tortured  and twisted up in knots over it.  I know someone who makes major decisions by just choosing one thing or the other because the worst thing that will happen is that they will have a few regrets.

…I could never be like this person!  (Though I secretly admire them for it).  No, I am much more comfortable with agonizing and then second-guessing myself, but hey, we all have our little systems, right?

A one year anniversary of sorts…

Clear Blue Water has been out of newspapers for an entire year now and I finally feel like writing about what happened at the end.  I don’t want to burn any bridges, but I do want to be honest about what happened and how I felt about what happened.  So here’s my disclaimer… I really liked everyone I met at Universal Press (especially my editor, Sue), and I would recommend this syndicate to anyone pursuing syndication.  They are very good at what they do and they are nice people, to boot.  For the most part, I had a really positive experience.

…For the most part.  (Cue the dark music.  Dun dun dun…)

Let’s begin at the beginning, shall we?  Clear Blue Water launched into newspapers on May 3, 2004.  I had an okay launch.  Nothing spectacular, and nowhere near how many papers I was hoping to land, but it was more than the handful I worried about in my worst case scenerios.  How many was it, you ask?  Well, I honestly don’t remember exactly.  I’m pretty sure it was between 25 and 30, with some big fat good-paying papers thrown in with some smaller ones.  On a good note, I got the paper from my college town AND the paper from where we used to live.  On a bad note,  I didn’t get our local paper, or, in fact, any papers in Florida at all, so I was never able to just pick it up and read it and most people in town had no idea I was a cartoonist.  UPS inflated my numbers (as ALL syndicates do), but I can no longer remember what the inflated number they threw around was.  Maybe 35 or 40?  Maybe 50?  It’s all fuzzy these days.  My point is, I was happy with my launch and looking forward to seeing how many papers I could and would get from that point forward.

Clear Blue Water’s last day in newspapers was on September 28, 2008 and in those 4.5 years I was syndicated, I ADDED a total of 3 papers.  Yes, that’s 3, as in 1, 2, THREE.  However, I LOST a bunch of my papers in the first two years, so these were not good numbers at all.  To this day I am not sure if the salesmen couldn’t sell it or wouldn’t sell it and it matters not.  Each one is a depressing scenerio (for completely different reasons) but the result is the same.  I will tell you what NOT to do though.  Don’t get pissy with the salesman early on and demand to know if they were even taking it out of their briefcase for the editors to see.  Not that I ever did that, but if I HAD, boy, would I have regretted it later.   Bad idea.  BAAAAAAD idea.  Bad. 

It got to the point where I dreaded getting my checks in the mail because it would tell you what papers dropped you or added you (the syndicate never told me beforehand).  I made my husband open them; I couldn’t even face them.  He’d just say, “Holding steady.”  Or, “Two drops this month.”  People would ask me what papers I was in and I didn’t know anymore because I chose not to know.  I faced it by not facing it and choosing not to think about it.  The last few years of my strip I mostly held steady.  I didn’t add any, but I also didn’t get dropped by any.  Still, the stress of what MIGHT be happening behind the scenes was hideous.

I expected the syndicate to drop me at any time for about four years.  This was REALLY stressful.  I thought about quitting, literally, every single day for those same four years.  I worried about it.  I fretted.  I begged my friends and family to be honest with me and tell me if I sucked.  I asked everyone I knew to tell me what to do.  And I prayed.  Endlessly prayed.  Not only for success but mostly for God to let me know what His will was in this. (I KNOW that getting syndicated was a gift from God, and I have come to realize that it was a teaching gift and not necessarily a monetary one.  It remains, to this day, a much appreciated blessing, though).  If God wanted me to quit, I’d quit, but if He didn’t, I would stick it out.

He never answered.  But, I did work out a system (much to His amusement I’m sure!) with God.  I told Him if I lost this one particular big paper that I’d know it was a sign from Him to quit and I would.  Immediately.  But if I didn’t lose that paper, I’d stay on and keep muddling through and trying to make a success of it.  I never lost that paper, so I kept going year after year.  The thing is, I was still making more than I would working at some part time job around here, and I could set my own hours around our family life, and it was creative and fun and I loved it.  If I had been the sole breadwinner in our family, I’d have had to give it up years earlier in order to find a better paying job, but I wasn’t, so I was able to keep it going just because I liked doing it.  Getting paid to do it was just…gravy.  I just wish I’d made more of a success of it.  But I can honestly say that I tried.  I made my deadlines and put out the best product that I could for my entire run.  And if people knew what our family life was like during that time… looking back, I cannot imagine how I did it.

Every time a cartoonist would stop their strip (and it happens a lot if you are paying attention, which I was) I would feel such a kinship with them, and I’d know that my time was coming soon as well.  It’s incredibly difficult to finally get your shot and then realize that no, you AREN’T going to be the next big thing and watch it pass you by.  No one but other syndicated cartoonists know how hard this is, and no one else CAN know because there is very little transparency about the process and little honesty about the numbers.  And THAT is why I am writing this post.  I know aspiring cartoonists won’t listen and they SHOULDN’T listen because everyone thinks THEIR strip will be the next blockbuster one, and sometimes they are right.   All I can say is that I would not, at this time, choose to pursue syndication again.  I hear of all these wonderful cartoonists desperate for syndication and it’s so bittersweet for I used to be one of them.  Yes, there is big success to be had but for most it’s a road ultimately filled with exhaustion, unrelenting deadlines, and much too little success or appreciation.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I’d pretty much decided that if I made it to my five year anniversary, I’d quit (which would have been May 3, 2009).  It had become more than obvious to me that this endeavor was not going to be blessed, so it was time to move on down the road.  And five years was a nice round number, and a more than respectable try, I thought.

Fast forward to the summer of 2008.  A bunch of things were coming to a head in my life and I spent the majority of the summer praying hard for guidance in these things.  One of the things I was desperate for was an answer.  A definite yes, drop your cartoon right now for I have something else up my sleeve for you, or a definitive no, I want you to keep going and I’m finally going to bless your efforts.  It was definitely a ’shit or get off the pot’ time in my life.  At this point, I didn’t really care what the answer was, I just wanted to KNOW so I could stop fretting about it.  It was taking up an inordinate amount of my time and attention.

On August 4th, I received a letter from the syndicate.  As soon as I saw it, I knew what it was.  My husband was immediately suspicious of its contents as well.  Before I opened it, I told him, “I bet’cha UPS is dropping Clear Blue Water.”  And I was right.  It was brief and to the point.  They were stopping production on September 28th.  The thing is, I’d already turned in the Sunday after that.  When Lee found out he told me I could continue another week, but I chose not to and just dropped the last Sunday instead.  Because I was so far ahead of deadline, this ending date gave me only two weeks notice to wrap up my cartoon.  I dropped a storyline in the middle because I didn’t want to waste any of my last two weeks on it, and in mid August, I finished.  It was not the ending I’d hoped for, and I wish I’d been given more notice, but them thar’s  the breaks, right?

I have to admit two things.  When I first read the letter, I was not upset.  I was relieved.  I felt as if a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders and I immediately thanked God for the answer.  It was an absolute answer to prayer.  It was not the answer I’d HOPED to get, but it was so nice to finally get some direction!  And, it was a relief to have the decision I’d been just suffering about torn out of my hands completely.

Then I began to feel really bad.  I mean, I’d been working with this syndicate for over five years and I didn’t even merit a phone call.   I didn’t mind that they dropped me (I had been expecting it, as I said), I just minded the way it was done.

Why and how did I choose to make a go of it as a web cartoonist?  Well, that’s a story for another time.  More to come eventually…

It’s ALIVE!! ALIVE!!!!!

Tomorrow I bring Clear Blue Water back from the dead and I am really looking forward to it.  After a lot of thinking about how I can fit this comic strip (which I dearly love doing) into my suddenly exoponentially busier life, I’ve come up with a solution.  I am only going to post new cartoons and blog posts M-F instead of 7 days a week.  That is, except for this first week where I WILL post through the weekend because I’ve had a nice break and I don’t want to start on Thursday and then suddenly stop a couple days later.  So that’s one cartoon and blog post per day, posted the night BEFORE they are supposed to run (which means tomorrow’s toon should be posted tonight before I go to bed–which will prob be close to midnight).

I will keep a running archive on this blog and I will take most weekends off.  Though I will still post Sunday (bigger and colored) strips every so often, they will not be posted ON Sunday’s.  I hope this will be a workable solution for our family and for my readers… if I have any left!

Just know that this 2 month break was both much needed and thoroughly enjoyed, and now I’m happy to be back cartooning again.

About our dog, thank you so much for the well-wishes.  She went quickly and painlessly, surrounded by family and knowing she was loved.  I couldn’t have hoped for a better death for her.  Really, I wouldn’t mind going so peacefully myself when the time comes (hopefully far far down the road!  I’m only 40!)  She was a lovely friend and she’s sorely missed.  And yes, we will be getting a new dog eventually, but as my husband explained to our kids… “If your mom died, it would be unseemly to bring another woman in the next weekend to replace her.  You need to grieve first.”  Then, being HIM, he spoiled it just a wee bit when he finished with, “I’d need to give it at least a month before I brought my trophy wife in here.”

At least I know she’s waiting in the wings!

Have a great day, and I’ll see ya tomorrow, same time, same place.

Adios.

Farewell old friend

Luna

12/1/97—-9/23/09

The best dog in the world died today and she will be greatly missed.

Here she is as a pup, right after we got her.  She was 10 weeks old.  She is posing with my oldest.

Here she is with that same daughter last night.

Everyone should be so lucky to have such a wonderful friend in their lives.

…Goodbye Luna.  We miss you already.

All is well. …Mostly.

Thank you to all the people who wished me well and were worried about me during my disappearance of the last few weeks.

Some things I can tell you.  Clear Blue Water is not over with, I am just taking a small break to deal with some personal issues.

I am not ill.  My husband and children are not ill.  No one is ill (except mentally, and that’s all of us, but that is also ongoing so it probably shouldn’t count).

Two things happened that caused me to take this unannounced/extended break.  One was unexpected and it threw me for a loop emotionally, and the other one is an ongoing problem that I am trying to work out for the best.

…And that’s all I feel comfortable sharing.  ‘Nuff said.

For those who are still interested in this train wreck, I will be back on October 1st with new toons and new blog posts, a new attitude, and maybe, for the hell of it, some new shoes as well.  Bright red ones.  With spike heels and polka dots.

I promise.

Oh, and for those of you who asked, I AM working on getting a CBW book collection together.  Finally.

“Good-bye boys!  Have fun stormin’ the castle!”

We have been having a grand time!

I”m sorry I’ve been AWOL here.  I have no excuse.  Well, I DO have an excuse, but it’s just that, an excuse.  But it’s a pretty good one…  We had more birthdays to celebrate, we adopted two kittens and… (dun dun dun…..) we bought a home!  So now we have a little bit of the Keys all to ourselves.

Aaahhhhh…… I feel like kicking back in the hammock next to the pool right now!  Except we don’t have a hammock or a pool, but if we did, I would TOTALLY be swingin’ in it.  And relaxin in it.  And chillin’ in it.   And swimmin’ in it… (Note to self, BUY a hammock and a pool…)

I have been super busy but not with horrible stressful things (though it was pretty stressful when you get right down to it), but instead with good things.

I do not have cartoons ready to upload, but I will on Monday.  My kids go back to school soon and I should be able to get on a better production schedule.

For now I will leave you with a picture of our new kittens, Huckleberry and Sabrina.  (My twins named them and I think they did a fabulous job!)

More toons are up.

Finally.

That is all.