Yeah, all the good ideas get taken.

What about solar panels and stealth bombers instead?

I decided that the explicitness she wants means giving up conciseness so, what about the following variations?

Beating Stealth Bombers(swords?) into Solar Panels, and Other Steps on the Path Away from Climate Apocalypse: Beyond Market Tinkering in Solving Global Warming

Clean Energy, not Dirty Wars, and Other Steps on the Path Away from Climate Apocalypse: Beyond Market Tinkering in Solving Global Warming

Windmills, not Weapons, and Other Steps on the Path Away from Climate Apocalypse: Beyond Market Tinkering in Solving Global Warming

Other Steps on the Path is long. Can you go with Averting? I'm also not too sure about the subtitle.

It this better?

Beating Swords into Solar Panels, and Other Ways to Avert Climate Apocalypse: An American Response to Global Warming Beyond Market Tinkering

Clean Energy, not Dirty Wars, and Other Ways to Avert Climate Apocalypse: An American Response to Global Warming Beyond Market Tinkering

Windmills, not Weapons, and Other Ways to Avert Climate Apocalypse: An American Response to Global Warming Beyond Market Tinkering

I like stealth bombers into solar panels. That would catch my eye on the shelf.

I agree. Have now included that. I'm going to send at least those 4, and let the editor choose or tinker with them. Along with any brilliant ideas that I or anyone come up with between now and noon (Pacific Time) tomorrow.

That sounds good.

xposted from Literary by request

Random Stephen King quote from Danse Macabre for consideration:

I think that writers are made, not born or created out of dreams or childhood trauma-that becoming a writer (or a painter, actor, director, dancer, and so on) is a direct result of conscious will. Of course there has to be some talent involved, but talent is a dreadfully cheap commodity, cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work and study; a constant process of honing. Talent is a dull knife that will cut nothing unless it is wielded with great force-a force so great that the knife is not really cutting at all but bludgeoning and breaking (and after two or three of these gargantuan swipes it may succeed in breaking itself . . . which may be what happened to such disparate writers as Ross Lockridge and Robert E. Howard). Discipline and constant work are the whetstones upon which the dull knife of talent is honed until it becomes sharp enough, hopefully, to cut through even the toughest meat and gristle. No writer, painter, or actor-no artist-is ever handed a sharp knife (although a few people are handed almighty big ones; the name we give to the artist with the big knife is "genius"), and we hone with varying degrees of zeal and aptitude.

Putting it here because it seems the most appropriate, but much, much committee ~ma Typo!