The first time I ever tried to get a cartoon published, it was a submission to New Yorker magazine, around 1987. New Yorker is considered the most prestigious publication on Earth for a cartoonist. They rejected me with a form letter. But I never released on the goal of getting a comic in that publication. This week I finally achieved my goal. Well, sort of:
I never really let go of a goal. That’s not always a good thing, since all of my unfulfilled goals gnaw on me from within. But it sure feels delicious when one of them wanders in from the wilderness.
Three and a half years ago, when I lost my voice to spasmodic dysphonia, I set my goal on not just beating this incurable condition but ending up with a voice that was better than it had been before I got the problem. My original voice was a bit nasal, and I had a habit of mumbling. If you’re going to have a goal of defeating an incurable condition, you might as well add some extras. I wanted my next voice to be better than it had ever been.
As I have written before, I had surgery in July with Dr. Berke at UCLA, who pioneered a procedure to fix this sort of voice problem. It was supposed to take 3-4 months from the day of the operation before a good voice returned. Sure enough, right on cue, this is the 3.5 month mark, and my voice is about 90% functional for most purposes. (I can’t shout yet, and by the end of the day it is a bit hoarse.) Still, it’s frickin’ amazing.
Over the next year, my voice is expected to improve further. But that’s not good enough. I’m going to put some serious work into making my new voice better than it ever was. It might take me twenty years, but I’ll get there.